Chapter 250: Go to Comfort the Wife
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Updated : Oct 5th, 2025
Harry Hunter turned around indifferently: "Your voice is strong, you woke up so quickly, it seems I used too little of the drug. Connor, your skills have declined. You can’t even handle the dosage properly. Your bonus for this month is gone."
Connor: "..."
Why am I always the one who gets hurt!
Ben Hunter was so angry with his grandson that his hair almost stood on end. He glanced around the living room and frowned, "Where’s the old lady? Did you drug your grandmother too?"
"No, I’m very filial to her."
Ben Hunter looked as if he’d seen a ghost: "Why do I feel like you want to off her."
"You feel wrong."
"Where is she?"
"She got upset and decided to take her daughter-in-law to the countryside for a few days. Amy Winters has already gone with her."
Ben Hunter sighed in relief: "Well, the countryside is good. It’s quiet, the air is fresh, and they can grow vegetables and raise pigs."
"Do you want to go too? Connor, see the old man off!"
"Yes, sir! Sir, this way please!" Connor smiled and went to support Ben’s arm.
Ben slapped him on the back of the head: "Get out of here! I’m in great health, I can still fight for twenty more years, what countryside! I need to stay here and wait for great-grandchildren!"
Connor touched his head in grievance: Why am I the one who gets hurt again! Hit your grandson, why hit me!
Harry Hunter ignored them and strode outside.
Ben Hunter got anxious: "Where are you going?"
"To coax my wife."
"At a time like this, you’re still going to coax your wife? Everything outside is exploding, Ryder Lewis is sure to retaliate wildly, Star Region Group’s stock price is falling, and you’re not going to a press conference, but coax your wife?"
"Didn’t you say you could still fight for twenty more years? I’ll leave the journalists and media to you."
"You caused this big mess, and you’re letting this old man clean up after you?"
"Who told you to be the grandfather? Cleaning up after your grandson is only right."
Ben Hunter felt that even if his body was healthy, he’d be sick from anger because of him.
"When did you bring Isabella back? You kept it pretty secret!"
"Hmm."
"How’s your health? Weren’t you seriously injured? Instead of staying in the hospital to heal, you pull off such a big stunt?"
"Hmm."
Ben Hunter: "..."
Forget it, forget it, he’s my own flesh and blood, can’t choke him to death.
After Harry Hunter had walked away without a trace, Ben Hunter suddenly slapped his thigh!
Oh no, forgot to ask him where Leon Hunter went!
Could he have sent him to the countryside to raise pigs too?
Ben Hunter was furious, but he still contacted his subordinates to hold a press conference, to clean up his grandson’s mess.
...
The spring rain drizzled, the air was cold and damp, and outside the window, the evergreens sprouted tender green buds, resilient and adorable.
Harry Hunter plucked one casually, pinched between his long, fair fingers, and entered the apartment.
Connor followed behind, hesitant to speak. The young master was too cold, crushing the buds that had just managed to grow out, showing no tenderness at all.
Cora Ginger was enthusiastically scrolling through the news. She looked up and saw Harry Hunter, immediately stood up, and bowed at a 90-degree angle: "Good morning, Young Master Hunter!"
"Hmm."
"Everything is well with the Young Madam. This morning she had corn cakes, ham cream soup, spring bamboo shoots with shredded chicken, and spicy and sour cucumbers! Appetite rating: five stars, mood rating: four and a half stars! Her hand injury’s dressing has been changed, and the recovery is going well!"
"Hmm."
"But she stayed up late again last night; she must be thinking about you and couldn’t sleep! I dare to guess, if you hold her, she would fall asleep!"
Isabella Weaver listened on the side and felt like hitting someone. Cora Ginger had been completely corrupted by money, turning into Harry Hunter’s lackey!
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