Unlimited Son-In-Law

Chapter 325

Unlimited Son-In-Law Chapter 325

Unexpected Guests

Wynter’s heart ached even more at the sight of Donald, whose food intake was so little that he had to have a protein injection once every two days in order to maintain the nutritional level that his body needed.

Besides, Hannah had told her that there was no point in getting surgery.

“Donald, how am I going to live if you’re no longer with me anymore?” Wynter couldn’t help but hug him and bury herself in his chest.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get better,” assured Donald, but Wynter shook her head in response.

She had seen the suffering that cancer patients went through before they passed away. Donald’s condition was exactly the same as theirs—unable to eat and had to rely on protein injections to sustain their lives while their bodies grew weaker and weaker.

“Get me a glass of water, please,” muttered Donald. He then grabbed his phone, rushed into the restroom, and began to throw up.

Afterward, he took the glass of water from Wynter and rinsed his mouth. Snorting a bitter laugh, he switched on his phone to check the messages from his subordinates. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Lord Campbell, all the best equipment had arrived in the country. Once the construction of Lord Campbell Mountain Villa is completed, we can assemble them immediately.

Lord Campbell, we’ve bought the raw material needed for controlled fusion technology. It costs one hundred million per kilogram. We’ve acquired eight kilograms of it.

The molecular formula of Jadar Stone is found. Exposure to intense sunlight could really destroy its molecular structure. The theory you suggested—to expose Jadar Stone under the solar flares—is viable!

The artificial sun created using the controlled fusion technology can be officially launched a month later!

Nodding, Donald called Kingsley and instructed, “Tell Jennifer to sign the contract and complete the construction of Lord Campbell Avenue as soon as possible.”

“All right, Lord Campbell. There is something I need to report, though,” replied Kingsley promptly.

“What is it?” asked Donald.

“The Wilson family from Tayhaven asked for my permission to select a representative themselves to sign the contract. I told them that as long as Jennifer agrees, I have no problem with it,” said Kingsley. He further explained, “I’m not sure about your attitude toward Ms. Wilson currently, but I understand I can’t make it too obvious that I’m looking out for her. Hence, I responded as such. What do you think?”

“Well done.” Donald nodded.

Meanwhile, Jennifer received four unexpected guests at her home—Sylvia, Nigel, his fiancée, Shannon, and Jonathan.

Wearing a gloomy expression as though everyone had owed her money, Sylvia scanned around the house, ignoring Skylar, Kevin, and the rest.

“Where is Jennifer? She’s not hiding, is she?” Sylvia marched into the living room and flumped onto the couch, intimidating Leonard and Linda with her behavior.

Hearing the noises outside, Jennifer exited her bedroom at once. “What’s the matter?” she inquired.

“We’ve contacted General Felton just now. We’ll sign the contract tomorrow,” announced Sylvia.

Jennifer’s eyes widened with disbelief. “That’s not possible!”

Making no attempt to hide anything, Sylvia replied, “To tell you the truth, General Felton said as long as you agree, he would, too. Which means he cares only about signing the contract. It doesn’t matter whom he signs it with.”

“It’s Jennard Construction that won the bidding, not the Wilson family from Tayhaven!” protested Jennifer, which Sylvia disregarded.

“Jennard Construction is part of the Wilson family. The money you used to establish Jennard Construction came from us!”

“It only cost me fifteen hundred to register Jennard Construction and obtain the business license. I didn’t use a single cent of the Wilson family!” Jennifer stood her ground as she needed money urgently.

Sylvia’s expression was frighteningly cold. “Everything you have today, including this apartment you live in, is given by the Wilson family. Without us, all of you’d still be cramming together in that ramshackle slum!”

“It’s decided. We’ll meet General Felton tomorrow. It’s not up to you to decide whether you like it or not,” added Jonathan slowly.