Pierre looked at Karen''s pitiful appearance and found himself unable to summon even a whisper of


    compassion in his heart. If it were in the past, he would definitely feel sorry for her. After all, his mother


    doted on him, and in return, he would care for her, protect her, and not let anyone bully her.


    However, he was thoroughly disappointed this time.


    "Also, I understand you wanted to hit that man out of anger, but how could you let someone record it?


    Now, the whole inte wants you to prove your innocence by asking Ss toe out and speak.


    What about him? Did you kill him?" Pierre continued to ask.


    Pierre had toy on the bed 24/7. He was bored out of his wits. That was why he was particrly


    interested in these matters.


    Karen shook her head and sobbed. "He''s not dead."


    "He''s not dead, but he''s probably barely holding on," Pierre understood his mother very well.


    Karen nodded. "It wasn''t intentional. I''ve endured it for so long and suffered so much, so I..."


    How she wished her son woulde forward to uphold justice for her, but she was destined to be


    disappointed.


    Pierre looked at her coldly. It sent shivers down her spine.


    Was this still her most beloved youngest son?


    "So you hit someone, and when you did, you forgot to have someone keep an eye around," Pierre


    sneered.


    "I''ve never seen someone so careless. Now that you''ve crippled someone, you can''t prove your


    innocence."


    "No, there was no one else in the house at the time. I don''t know how she managed to record it..."


    Karen felt a chill running down her spine under Pierre''s gaze.


    She did not know when she started feeling a chill under Pierre''s gaze.


    Something was wrong.


    She was his mother, yet she feared his sinister gaze...


    "I have no choice now. I can only wait for this matter to fade away," added Karen.


    She could only remain silent, hoping that more explosive news about other celebrities would


    overshadow this incident.


    "Hmph, this is how you deal with things?" A hint of impatience shed across his eyes. "Can I trust you


    with my leg?"


    "Of course, you can." Karen looked at his stered leg firmly." Pierre, trust me. I''ll make your leg better,


    no matter what."


    Pierre did not believe her, but he could only lie on the sickbed now. He was practically useless. If Percy


    had wanted to harm him just now, he would have been defenseless.


    Therefore, Karen was the only one who could help him now.


    "The doctor said they''ll perform dry needling on my leg in a few days. I don''t want them to do it. I want


    Luca to do it." Pierre thought of that cold, elegant face. He secretly regretted kidnapping her just for


    revenge against Luke.


    He should have taken care of her right from the beginning and made her fullymitted to him so that


    she would wholeheartedly serve him.


    Even if things went southter on, he would not be as powerless as he was now.


    Now, Luca belonged to Luke. Indeed, he had missed out on all the benefits.


    "I''ll have Lucae treat you," Karen promised without hesitation.


    "What''s your n?" Pierre looked at her grimly. Since the injury, he looked at everyone with the same


    gaze. It only grew darker with each passing day.


    Even in the presence of doctors and nurses, his gaze remained as piercing as ever. It was as though


    he could devour them alive.


    "Let me talk to her first. If that doesn''t work, I''ll have to resort to force." Karen clenched her fists.


    After these two incidents, she knew that confronting Luke head-on would only result in herplete


    defeat.


    However, even if she lost, she had to do it.


    It was for the sake of Pierre and to return to Mallory Manor.


    When Karen thought about how she needed Mr. Be to inform the old master and get permission


    from him before she could return to Mallory Manor, she felt stifled.


    She could only pin all her hopes on Pierre.


    The premise was that Pierre could not be a cripple, or rather, he had to appear as normal as


    possible so that the Chambein family might ept him.


    Once they were allied with the Chambein family, Pierre would have a weapon against Percy and Old


    Master Mallory would also start to value the two of them again.


    "I hope you can handle this matter well. Otherwise, I''ll be thoroughly disappointed in you." Pierre did


    not see any problem with what he was saying.


    He simply believed that it was only right for Karen to help him in this way.


    Karen nodded without realizing what Pierre''s words meant for her.


    She did not think that when Pierre said those words, he no longer regarded her as a mother but merely


    as a tool.


    Karen''s mind was preupied with the idea of getting Luca to perform dry needling on Pierre.


    "Oh right, Pierre, the doctor said you need vitamins. The nurse said you don''t like fruits, which won''t do.


    I bought some fruits for you. You must have some."


    The topic of Luca came to an end, and Karen resumed her maternal demeanor as she picked up some


    fruits.


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    "Look, these grapes and oranges are fresh. You love them," said Karen.


    "Put them there." Pierre showed little interest in the fruits.


    At this point, he had lost interest in food, women, and even luxury cars and mansions. After all, if his


    leg did not heal, he would lose everything.


    "Would you like me to peel an orange for you?" Karen asked when she noticed hisck of interest.


    "No need.” Pierre still showed little interest.


    "Would you like to have some grapes, then? I''ll wash them for you," Karen did not realize that her


    attempt to indulge her son was seen as degrading by Pierre.


    He had caretakers for such tasks, and it was not her ce to do them.


    Now, Karen was actually resorting to such measures just to please him.


    "I''m tired. You can go back now. Make sure to handle Luca''s matter well," said Pierre as he supported


    himself on the bed, shifting his body slightly before lying down again.


    Karen secretly let out a sigh, understanding why he was refusing to eat fruits.


    She arranged the fruits and then covered him with a nket. "Don''t worry, I''ll definitely make sure Luca


    comes to treat you. Whether she wants to or not, I''ll make here."


    "Okay," Pierre responded.


    The only thing that could elicit a calm response from him now was the prospect of Luca treating him.


    Karen watched him close his eyes. She could not help but feel sad, but she turned and left as she did


    not want to disturb his rest.


    After Karen left, another caretaker came in. When she saw that Pierre was resting, she dared not make


    a sound. She tiptoed to the couch and sat down quietly.


    The caretaker certainly knew about Pierre''s bad temper. That was why she dared not disturb him at all.


    The other caretaker could not handle Pierre''s temper and refused to continue despite the high pay.


    Only she remained because the high pay was too tempting.