<h4>Chapter 82: Why Don’t You Just Keep Me As A Mistress?</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    Leanne nodded. “Yes, my father has suffered this terrible disease for several years and has been treated by many local and foreign famous doctors.


    “Despite that, it’s not getting any better!


    “You cane to the Wright family house in three days. There will be many famous doctors there who havee to the Wright family to examine my father!


    “You’re a good doctor. You shoulde in handy.”


    rence nced at Thompson with his x-ray vision.


    Thompson had a problem with his health, and it was not a small problem.


    However, rence should be able to cure him. Besides, he still had the ne with a cross.


    “Why bother? I can cure him now,” rence said faintly.


    Leanne frowned.


    She had just been acting polite, but who knew that rence actually thought he would be able to fix her father?


    Although rence had just saved Thompson’s life, Leanne still thought he was too young.


    Countless local and foreign doctors could do nothing to cure Thompson’s disease. Who was rence to say that he could?


    Leanne had had a soft spot for rence.


    However, now it seemed rence was no different from Belle and Melody, who were from Humanity Hall across from here.


    They were people who craved greatness and sess. Birds of a feather flocked together.


    “No thanks. We’ll talk about it during the local and foreign famous doctors’ consultation three days from now.” Leanne shook her head coldly. Her attitude had be a little indifferent.


    rence thought Leanne was afraid to go to outside clinics because of Thompson’s incident earlier. “Okay, I’ll go to the Wright family house in three days!”


    “Haha.” Leanne sneered and thought that what she had just been thinking about was definitely true.


    rence had treated her father to curry favor with the Wright family.


    “Dad, let’s go home first,” proposed Leanne.


    Thompson was in a bad state and a little out of sorts from the poisoning earlier.


    “Yeah.”


    Thompson nodded.


    rence warned the father and daughter pair as they headed out, “Old Master Wright, you’d better eat cold and raw food for the next three days.


    “Don’t smoke or drink. You’d better not take a bath, let alone catch a cold.”


    “Got it.” Without looking back, Leanne helped Thompson out of Thirteen Hall.


    The two got into a Rolls-Royce and left.


    Cecilia rolled her eyes. “Why did you say yes to Leanne?”


    “What’s the matter?” rence was stunned.


    Cecilia looked at rence sulkily. “Didn’t you realize? Leanne’s remarks were sarcastic.


    “She thought you were trying to curry favor with the Wright family!


    “She doesn’t believe you have real medical skills.”


    “I figured that out,” rence chuckled.


    Cecilia red at rence. “You still yed along with her after figuring that out? They’ll think you’re just trying to curry favor with them.”


    “It doesn’t matter. My goal is to cure people, not to curry favor or make money.”


    rence was alright with the Murphy family’s taunts.


    What Leanne had just said to him was nothing.


    “You win,” Cecilia sighed. “By the way, the Wright father and daughter are pretty nice. They gave you fifteen million.


    “Unfortunately, your clinic has been smashed up, so you can’t open it for several days.”


    “It seems so.” rence felt a little helpless.


    Thirteen Hall had gotten off on the wrong foot with it being destroyed just after its opening.


    He wondered what was going to happen after this.


    Although rence had not opened the clinic to make a profit, this did not bode well for him.


    Cecilia smiled unconcernedly. “Forget it. I’ll help you clean up first, and you can find someone this afternoon to renovate the clinic.”


    With that said, Cecilia walked into the ruins and began to clean up.


    rence was quite touched.


    If it were Miranda here, she would think it was rence’s problem that the clinic had been smashed up.


    Then, she would taunt him!


    Miranda would never have even helped rence with cleaning up the mess. She would probably just walk away grimly.


    Looking at Cecilia’s back, rence felt like she looked like a housewife. He had never felt this way before.


    A faint smile came over the corners of rence’s lips, and he walked over to join Cecilia in cleaning up the mess.


    It was already noon when they finally finished cleaning up the chaotic mess of the clinic.


    Cecilia sat down in a chair, straightened out her long legs, and had a stretch. “Whew! I’m dead tired.


    “You have to buy me dinner after all the help I’ve given you!”


    “Okay. You can eat whatever you want. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re full!” rence nodded earnestly.


    Cecilia eximed oddly, “Wow. You’ve got deep pockets now that you’ve got fifteen million.


    “Why don’t you just keep me as a lover?


    “I want to eat huge abalones and huge lobsters every day!”


    “It’s not about deep pockets. I’ve been making three thousand a month from the Murphy family for years.


    “Not to mention, I have tens of thousands saved up too.


    “I’m treating you to dinner with my own money.” rence was almost speechless.


    Cecilia was stunned for a moment. “Then, I’d rather not eat abalones and lobsters. Let’s just go to any roadside restaurant.”


    She knew it was not easy for rence to make money. As the Murphy family’s son-inw, he only made three thousand a month.


    It was a little surprising that he had not gotten ahead of himself after getting fifteen million dors.


    “Okay.”


    rence nodded. Together, they locked up Thirteen Hall and went to dinner.


    Beep beep beep! Suddenly, rence’s phone rang. It was Miranda’s caller ID. “rence, where are you?”


    “Clinic. What’s the matter?”


    Miranda’s voice was a little frantic. “That’s enough. Do you really want to run a clinic?


    “Don’t you know what you’re capable of and how good you are at medicine?


    “Something’s happened to Dad. Go to the antique market at once.”


    “Something’s happened to Dad? What’s happened?” rence was taken aback.


    “I’ll exin once I get there. I’ll see you at the antique market in thirty minutes.”


    Miranda hung up the phone impatiently, feeling very upset.


    rence looked a little awkwardly at Cecilia. He wanted to speak but came to a pause. “Cecilia...”


    He had just promised Cecilia that he would take her out to dinner, but this had gotten in the way.


    The dinner was not going to happen.


    “Alright, I’ve got it. Your wife’s looking for you.” Cecilia’s tone sounded a little jealous. “Go ahead. I’ll eat by myself.”


    “Cecilia, I’m sorry. I’ll treat you to dinner next time. Something’s happened to my dad,” exined rence.


    “I understand. Go.”


    Cecilia gave him a very understanding smile.


    rence nodded, rushed into the Ferrari, and drove to the antique market.


    rence had been to the antique market on Armstrong’s sixtieth birthday, so he was familiar with it.


    rence met Miranda, who had also just arrived, at the antique market’s entrance.


    “Miranda, what happened to Dad?” rence hurried over.


    Miranda nced at rence and strode toward the antique market. “Dad had a lot of time on his hands today, so he wanted to go to the antique market to look for some things. Who could’ve guessed, he was tricked at the stone gambling workshop in First Pavilion.”


    “Dad was tricked? What happened?” rence raised his eyebrow.


    “Stop asking questions. Aren’t you annoying? You’ll find out when you get there.” Miranda did not even look back at him.