The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey had been asleep for about half an hour when she woke up with a start, just in time to hear her mobile phone vibrating and saw that it was Brother Jimmy’s number.

Claus had gone out again, this time in the country though, and it wasn’t that easy to get back in time.

After listening to the patient’s condition, Lindsey got up and went to wash her face, then opened the door and went downstairs.

Taking a taxi to the hospital where Jimmy worked, Lindsey went straight to his office, raised her hand and knocked on the door, entering with a smile. “If I were Claus, I’d be determined not to take on an apprentice like you.”

“Good Sister, don’t laugh at me.” Jimmy’s eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he hadn’t slept all night, crying and laughing. “Claus left this time because of a family matter, and I’m dying of worry.”

“Find me a nurse’s outfit.” Lindsey arched an eyebrow and teased, “You can’t ask me to help every time you have a difficult patient when Claus isn’t at the hospital.”

Jimmy smiled embarrassedly and muttered sheepishly. “As you know, the ones you get in this town specifically are the ones you can’t mess with, and if anything goes wrong, my job is gone.”

Lindsey waved her hand, not really wanting to hear his explanation.

Her brother was good at everything, but he wasn’t bold enough to think ahead.

But he couldn’t be blamed, B City was the capital of the country and Claus was well known, so the people who came to him were not of high status.

As she changed into her nurse’s uniform, Lindsey remembered that there seemed to be a few missed calls on her phone, so she followed him to the ward and unlocked the screen to check.

Seeing that it was Larissa’s number, Lindsey pursed her lips and didn’t call back immediately. She had recently taken on two major endorsements and probably wanted to invite herself to celebrate.

Stepping out of the lift, Jimmy suddenly paused and went over the patient’s situation so that she would have something in mind.

“My teacher once said that no matter what kind of patient you have, if you do your best, you’re not putting the cart before the horse, are you.” Lindsey was speechless. “Healing and saving people should be the first priority, as for the rest, there is really no need to be too concerned.”

“Hey …” Jimmy sighed. “The first month I was here, I almost got sacked because I didn’t know the other person’s identity and used too much force.”

“Sacking is sacking, you can save lives elsewhere if you don’t stay here.” Lindsey patted him on the shoulder, his eyes darkening.

His fears were not unreasonable, being sacked would actually mean that any hospital in B City, would not dare to hire him. Unless, of course, he opened his own clinic.

It was easy to think about, but really, it was still hard to do.

Entering the ward, Lindsey looked down at the old man lying on the bed and it dawned on her.

The look in this old man’s eyes was not dissimilar to Old Mr. Grant’s, even more so, so it was no wonder Brother Jimmy was so frightened.

Pretending to watch Jimmy give the other man a once over, Lindsey stepped forward, ducked down slightly and cupped the old man’s injured foot. “These feet of yours, old man, have dripped through mountains of corpses and blood, you need to be more careful in the future.”

As the words fell to the ground, a small movement could be heard in his ears, followed by the old man’s unruffled, old voice. “Good technique, girl, but it would be wrong to speculate.”

Lindsey smiled and stood up, nodding good-naturedly. “You are right, I will keep that in mind.”

The older man’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze sharply surveying her for a moment, and he beckoned Jimmy over. “Jimmy, I think you should stop studying medicine with Claus and learn from Lindsey.

“Grandpa, that’s not right. You don’t give a man a knife right after he’s been healed.” Lindsey giggled. “I’m also a student of Claus’, only he didn’t say so, Jimmy is my brother.”

“That’s interesting.” The old man stroked his beard and lay back with a smile. “You two go ahead, I’ll rest for a while.”

Jimmy bowed with shaky legs and pulled Lindsey out.

Scared the hell out of him …

Lindsey covered her mouth and snickered, going back downstairs to his office and asking for a pen and paper to leave him a prescription. “Orthopedics is different from other disciplines, you still have to practice if you want to refine your skills, I have the book there, I’ll send it to you next time.”

“This prescription?” Jimmy looked at the paper she had written in a dragon’s flight, and couldn’t help but sweat. “It’s not for that old gentleman, is it?”

“It’s for him, you send it over, he’ll naturally know what I’ve written.” Lindsey put away her pen and couldn’t help but laugh again. “Go back and buy two sheep, rent a house in the suburbs and practise your technique.”

Jimmy smiled helplessly and bitterly, reaching out to take her prescription.

“Off you go, no need to see me off.” Lindsey took off her nurse’s uniform and said goodbye with a smile.

Jimmy waved his hand gratefully and followed her out. After watching her enter the lift, he stood in place for a moment and turned around to take the formula to the ward.

When he entered, he found a young man in the room, the same one whose arm had been dislocated and put back together by Lindsey.

Cold sweat broke out at the corners of Jimmy’s forehead as he warily presented Lindsey’s prescription to the older man on the bed.

“Jimmy, tell me the truth, Lindsey is not Claus’ disciple, is she?” The old man finished and raised his hand to wave at Randy, who was standing in front of the window. “Randy, come up here and see how the writing is.”

Randy nodded slightly and steadily stepped forward.

When he had heard his grandfather mention the girl, he had had a vague feeling that it would be Lindsey, and when he saw the prescription, he was even more certain.

She was in The Grant family, so it was not surprising that she knew who Grandpa was, but what was strange was that she did not seem to know that Grandpa had a problem with Old Mr. Grant. She was even more shocked to see that the remedy she gave was not for his sprained foot, but for a persistent problem he had.

No wonder Old Mr. Grant himself came down to L city. With such medical skills, I am afraid the President would want to stay with him when he learns of it.

“The handwriting is spontaneous and casual, the brush is eloquent yet not lacking the warmth of a woman.” Randy returned the prescription, a gloomy look rising to his brow. “She is Old Mr. Grant’s grandson-in-law.”

The old man was stunned, and after a while, couldn’t stop shaking his head and sighing softly, “It’s a pity …”

Jimmy listened in confusion and left the ward with his head still spinning.

Back in the office, the phrase “Old Mr. Grant’s granddaughter-in-law” suddenly flashed through his mind and his thoughts became clear for a moment.

It was Lindsey who was the subject of all the entertainment news a while back!

No wonder she had no fear on her face when she met the old man.

No wonder she had no fear on her face when she met that old man. This little sister of his was really astonishing.

–Lindsey took a taxi back to her apartment.

Lindsey took a taxi back to the apartment building, Bruce’s car had just turned around and he was suspicious, so he walked over.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

When she saw the car door open and Bruce sitting in the back seat with a warm smile, her heart softened to water.

“Back so soon?” Trotting over, Lindsey grabbed his hand and shook it as soon as he got in. “Did Grandpa say anything.”

“He wants to see you.” Bruce leaned over and gently kissed her bare forehead. “Now.”

Lindsey’s heart stuttered, and suddenly she had a very bad feeling.

But there was no overwhelming emotion on Bruce’s face, a look of certainty that left her a little unsure. On her last visit to Nine Lakes, Old Mr. Grant had asked her to stay outside, probably because he was worried about Kaley.

Bruce had recovered completely, but it was easy to hide behind a gun, so if something went wrong again, no one would be able to take responsibility.

In her heart of hearts, Lindsey doesn’t want to spend every day with him, but she knows that staying away is the best way to protect him.

From the moment she stepped through the doors of The Grant family, she was destined to be involved in strife.

Behind Kaley is Edwin and some of the less powerful sidekicks, and if they continue to pull the wool over Bruce’s eyes, he will not be able to defend himself.

Old Mr. Grant, despite his insight, is a family man, and his daughter is the closest thing to him. As long as it is not too much, he will turn a blind eye to it, as a way of training Bruce.

As the head of the family, if she can’t even handle a hand-to-hand fight, how can she hold the reins of the family?

Since she was forced to leave B, Bruce’s recovery has been unknown to anyone other than Old Mr. Grant, Dr. Hunter and Master Miao Jue. The more often she visits the old house, the more frantic Kaley’s actions become.

The Grant family needs a new head of house to take over the baton, and it is clear that as long as Bruce is in a wheelchair, the baton will not be passed on.

Burton, of course, is the most likely candidate.

With this in mind, Lindsey unconsciously gripped Bruce’s hand and spoke quietly, “The road is too stormy, and if I can’t walk alongside you, you have to trust me, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Bruce’s eyes welled up with mixed emotions, and his grip returned with surprising force. “I believe you.”

Lindsey closed her eyes and nestled into his arms, sighing inaudibly.

Arriving at Nine Lakes Mountain and passing the identity check onto the hill, Lindsey’s face had lost its sadness and she pushed him into the courtyard with a smile. “I was thinking about not giving away your condition so they’d think the treatment went wrong and you’d never stand up again, so no one would want to marry you.”

“I knew you would think that, luckily I had Cary take care of all that a long time ago.” Bruce waited for the guard to close the door behind him, then jumped out of his wheelchair and took her hand in his as he walked towards the courtyard.

Lindsey tilted her head at him and her cheeks burned.

Bruce noticed the change in her face and suddenly looked down, smiling smugly in her ear. “Jealous?”

Lindsey blinked and nodded with a smile. “Can’t I?”

Of course you can! Bruce looked down, kissed her on the forehead with a deep smile and pulled her into the living room.

Old Mr. Grant was having a cup of tea and when he saw the two of them enter hand in hand, his tiger eyes flashed and he almost shed a tear. “I’m very pleased to hear from Professor Lee that all the things arranged for you are being done well.”

“Lindsey is not talented, and I have to rely on Assistant Chen for advice on many things.” Lindsey sat down and took his hand on the coffee table and naturally checked his pulse.

Bruce sat down too, and when he saw what she was doing, a smile rose to his lips.

“Less greasy food these days, everything else is fine.” Lindsey withdrew her hand and gave a mischievous smile. “Say, surely asking him to pick me up isn’t about that bit Professor Lee said.”

Old Mr. Grant chuckled, picked up his cup of tea and took a sip, opening his mouth slowly, “Lindsey, I’m a man of my word, but now that someone has come to my door with a marriage proposal, make up your own mind whether you’re engaged to Bruce or have other plans.”