God Of War Dad

Ten minutes later.

“Okay.”

Sean stood up and said with a smile, “Matthew, take a break. You don’t need socks.”

“Okay!”

Matthew Moore nodded.

Sean then looked at Cecilia and said, “Honey, you go and pour out the water and put this basin alone. Tomorrow, I’ll buy some medicine and soak his feet with the potion.”

“The potion?”

Cecilia was stunned.

Seam said with a smile, “Soaking the foot with medicine will do his leg good.”

With that, he turned and went to the kitchen.

Cecilia could not recover herself for a long time. She stared at Sean’s back, and frowned even more, thinking, “He’s acting like it’s real. Did he really study massage before? Was he a professional?”

After half an hour of massage, Sean had an idea of Matthew Moor’s disability. And he was confident he could get Matthew Moore back on his feet.

Soaking feet with potions could promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, shortening the process of massage from half a month to ten days. Then, using acupuncture, he could restore feeling to Matthew Moore’s legs in at most 20 days.

As for standing up and walking, it would take a month or two.

“Marcia, do you want to talk to me?”

In the kitchen, Marcia was chopping vegetables. Sean’s voice was gentle, but it made Marcia uncomfortable. Her face turned cold.

She picked up the kitchen knife and looked fierce.

She stared at Sean and said seriously, “You and Cecilia are engaged, not married. Don’t be so polite to me.”

“Okay.”

Sean didn’t mind either, he asked, “Is there something you want to talk to me?”

“Of course.”

Marcia, still cutting to the chase, said quietly, “Just tell me the truth, what did Isaac give you for getting you out of prison? What did you promise him? Is there some kind of hidden agenda between you two?”

“Did Isaac give you that money?”

Marcia thought about it for a while and felt it was most likely that Isaac gave Sean enough money to marry Cecilia, move into his family, and ruin their entire family of four!

It was just that there are so many questions about Sean. Marcia couldn’t think of a more plausible explanation.

“Marcia, I understand how you feel.”

Sean knew that Marcia, Matthew Moore, and Cecilia would be suspicious of him and suspicious of his intentions and motives when he came into the life of the Moore family. So, he wasn’t surprised Marcia would ask him about that.

Shaking his head, Sean said sternly, “I can assure you that I only agreed to marry Isaac to protect Cecilia from being bullied by others.”

“I mean you no harm at all.”

Eyes to eyes, Marcia stared into Sean’s eyes, as if trying to read Sean’s mind.

“But why?” She asked a moment later.

“You don’t know Cecilia at all, why are you protecting her?”

“Because we…”

Sean swallowed, took a deep breath, and shook his head, “Marcia, I can’t tell you about me right now, but trust me, it won’t be long before you know.”

“You can’t tell me?”

Marcia was more suspicious and she snorted, “You can’t tell me, or are you afraid to? I guess you’re just afraid that if you spill the beans, I’ll catch you lying.”

“With your attitude, why should I trust you?”

With that, she waved her kitchen knife in front of Sean like a demonstration, “I’m warning you, don’t lay a finger on Cecilia and Phyllis, don’t hurt them, or I…”

“I’ll fight you to death!”

Sean nodded.

Bays Of Being Parents.

Sean could totally understand Marcia’s concern. However, he was not ready to open up about what had happened five years ago, so he had to bear the brunt of Marcia’s doubts and threats.

Time would prove everything!

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Cecilia whispered as Sean walked out of the kitchen, “My mom didn’t give you a hard time, did she?”

“No, she didn’t.”

Sean asked, smiled, and shook his head. “Honey, are you looking out for me?”

“No.”

Cecilia glared at him and said seriously, “There’s something I need to trouble you with. If you have time tomorrow, give me a ride to the office. I’ll pack up my things and bring them back.”

“In addition, I have sent out several resumes and have interviews with other companies…”

Sean was stunned.

Packing up her things?

Interviews?

He had to say that Cecilia was indeed a woman of action and efficiency. She got kicked out of the Moore Group by Isaac at noon, and was already looking for a new job that afternoon. She didn’t even have time to grieve.

Sean was surprised and saddened.

If it were not for the pressure of life, who would force themselves to be strong? Who didn’t want to take it easy? Moreover, Cecilia was such a soft and weak woman.

Cecilia had been under this pressure for five years.

And Sean was to blame. Intentionally or not, Sean was the one who had put Cecilia in a bad position with the Moore family for five years.

Now that Sean was back, he couldn’t let that continue, and he couldn’t let Cecilia suffer any more.

So…

“Okay!”

Sean nodded and said, “That car was meant for you, and you can use it whenever you want.”

Then he took out his phone and sent a text message again.

It was still Charles Campbell!

And the text was very simple, only a few words, “You have one night. Take my money, in your name, and buy the Moore Group, with Cecilia succeeding Carter Moore as the president of the Moore Group. Tomorrow morning, Cecilia will start her new job at the Moore Group…

…

At that time.

In a VIP room at Sea Lake Hotel.

Three middle-aged men sat opposite each other, who had been the executioners of the unjust crime five years before, the head of the Scott family, the Taylor family, and the Miller family, whose names were Connor Scott, Michael Taylor, and Morton Miller.

The atmosphere in the room was subdued, and none of the three men looked very good.

Suddenly, a shrill cell phone rang.

The hearts of all three gave a great leap. Michael Taylor and Connor Scott turned to look at Morton Miller. Morton Miller took a deep breath, held his phone to his ear and answered, “How’s it going?”

Morton Miller had connections with the Hilshire Detention Center, so he called the detention center immediately after Connor Scott told him about Sean.

And now, the results were in!

“Is he really out of jail?”

“At the prison gate, surrounded by dozens of men in black?”

“Dozens of jeeps appeared, and a hundred or two hundred soldiers, armed with rifles and took him away?”

Morton Miller became more and more frightened. Soon, he was as pale as a sheet!