"Old Master Mallory, please don''t me yourself. After all, Madam Mallory blessed the Mallory family
with two outstanding heirs." Mr. Be knew that going on like this would make the old master all
gloomy and miserable, so he tried to console him.
As the years piled on, it would be best to see things clearly and not overthink. There was no need to
dwell on every little thing.
Old Master Mallory shook his head in response to Mr. Be''s words.
"What kind of outstanding heirs are we talking about here? One of them is rebellious and picked the
wrong woman to be his wife. The other one, well, let''s not talk about him. If he wasn''t in the Mallory
family, the stuff he pulled would''vended him in hot water ages ago."
Mr. Be, wanting to say someforting words, found himself unable to.
Percy and Nina were indeed not a good match, but Mr. Be did not see it as a significant problem.
What was the big deal as long as Nina truly loved Percy?
The Mallory family no longer needed arranged marriages to strengthen the family. With Percy around,
they could maintain their current position and even rise higher.
If Percy was capable, why could he not choose the wife he wanted?
A good daughter-inw, ording to the Mallory family''s standards, might not actually be good—just
like Karen.
She was still stirring up so much trouble for the Mallory family at this age.
As an outsider, Mr. Be understood this, but he could not express these thoughts in front of Old
Master Mallory. He knew that he would face a reprimand.
"Old Master Mallory, would you like to go to the hospital now?" asked Mr. Be. If the old master
needed to go to the hospital, he would have the chauffeur prepare the car.
"No," replied Old Master Mallory as he rose to his feet. He leaned on his cane. He was worn out after
dealing with Pierre''s affairs for so long. While he was dealing with his grandson''s matters, he could not
help but wonder how Pierre could be such a troublemaker.
That was why he had no intention of visiting the hospital now.
After all, the hospital would not do anything to Pierre. The old master had already done enough by
getting Percy out.
"Help me back to my bedroom," said Old Master Mallory. His voice sounded weathered and worn.
“Yes, sir.” Mr. Be came forward to help him.
Karen hurriedly arrived at the hospital. It was already ten o''clock in the evening, way past the visiting
hours. However, the rules for the VIP ward were different. Karen stood at the nurse''s station and waited
for a while.
After the nurse gave the confirmation, Karen headed to Pierre''s ward.
"Pierre, how are you?" Karen pushed open the door. Her face was filled with anxiety as she walked to
the bedside.
"Mom, why are you here?" Pierre found afortable position to lie down. He was consistently either
in a recumbent or seated position, as his doctor strictly prohibited him from standing. He wished the
doctor could remove the cast quickly.
However, the doctor said it could not be rushed. His leg bone had not fully healed yet.
"I heard you were released from the detention ward today, so I came to see you. It''s been so many
days. How''s your leg recovering?" asked Karen. She felt a pang of heartache when she saw Pierre''s
leg in a cast.
"It''s not going to be easy to recover from this." Pierre chuckled with a touch of self-mockery as he
looked at the cast on his leg. The resentment in his heart grew.
During this time, he realized that even with rehabilitation, it would be tough for him to walk like a regr
person.
He would limp whenever he walked.
A cripple...
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How could the heir of the Mallory family be a cripple?!
Karen noticed the hatred in his eyes that was directed toward his own leg. She felt the throbbing pain in
her heart as though someone was poking her heart with a dagger.
"Pierre, it''ll get better. No matter how much it costs, I''ll make sure you walk like a normal person.”
"You don''t have to lie to me. If you guys had rescued me sooner and paid the ransom earlier, perhaps
my leg could''ve been saved." A tinge of usation shed across Pierre''s eyes. He had learned a lot
in the past few days.
He found out that the optimal time for surgery on a broken bone was within a week.
After a week, the surgery would have more impact on bone healing.
If the Mallory family had rescued him within a week and brought him to Johann for surgery, he probably
would not have ended up being a cripple.
"Pierre, don''t be like this. If it''s not possible to get you treated in the country, we''ll find doctors from
abroad. They must have a solution," Karen said these words tofort Pierre.
She knew Pierre could not lose his fighting spirit. He could not end up crippled.
"Even Johann couldn''t do anything. What makes you think those doctors can? Their rehabilitation
methods are simr to those here. I''m a cripple. Does the Mallory family need a cripple as their heir?
"As for the Chambein family, would they marry their daughter to a cripple?"
His questions pierced Karen''s heart.
Karen covered her chest and replied, "As long as you''ve got what it takes, your grandfather won''t give
up on you no matter what."
Pierre was extremely pessimistic and disillusioned now. His leg would surely have a significant impact
on him. Hence, no matter what Karen said, he thought she was just trying tofort him.
He said, "That''s it. Don''t try tofort me. The Mallory family, hah. It seems like you''re the only one in
the family who hasn''t given up on me.”
Pierre could see through everything now.
If Old Master Mallory had not given up on him, he should be here in the hospital ward.
However, Old Master Mallory did note, and Karen came alone.
Still, what good was Karen anyway?
There was no way Karen could help him.
"Don''t say that. Your grandpa went to bed early. That''s why he didn''te. Don''t worry, he''lle to
visit you tomorrow. Pierre, we''ll all support you, and you''ll definitely get what you want," Karen tried to
console him.
"If Grandpa doesn''t support me, what good is your support?" Pierre suddenly red at her, and his
eyes were filled with resentment.
Karen was startled for a moment. What did that look mean?
"Pierre..." Karen faltered.
"He knows what you''ve done. You told me you could help me, but how?" questioned Pierre.
Even though he was stuck in the detention ward, he had been paying attention to what was going on
out there. He could still read newspapers and magazines.
Therefore, Pierre was up to speed on everything that had happened in A City.
This included Karen''s past, which was sshed across the newspapers by reporters. He was well
aware of all of it.
"Pierre, I..." Karen paused for a moment, feeling her throat go dry. Her youngest son, the one she
cherished the most, was questioning her about this. She felt ufortable about it.
"Those are all lies. I''ve found that person. Everything will be rified in a couple of days..."
"You know best whether it''s true or false. Besides, Grandpa needs to believe you too. He doesn''t
believe in you now. If he doesn''t trust you now, he won''t trust you in the future. So, how are you going
to help me?" Pierre looked at her with resentment.
As a mother, not only did she fail to help him, but she also allowed him to be shrouded in thisyer of
disgrace.
Fortunately, he looked a lot like Daryl Mallory. Otherwise, people might suspect he was Karen''s child
from an affair...
After all, Daryl was sent to work permanently at apany abroad shortly after his birth.
"I... I..." Karen was at a loss for a moment on how to help Pierre.
She used to have a lot of connections, but because of her past with Ss Gray, those people were not
too keen on being friendly with her at the moment.