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Sheena noticed his silence and asked, “What about Stanley? How do you plan to handle him?”

Elliot smiled and countered, “What do you think, Nana?”

“This is the Jenkins family’s matter. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to intervene.”

Elliot lifted her up to sit on his lap, looking serious. “You’re just offering suggestions, not interfering in the Jenkins family affairs.”

If that was the case…

Sheena smirked wickedly and said, “I think he’s itching for some discipline from the Jenkins family’s whip!

“And I heard Mr. Peter got relegated to a small company in the county for some idle position by you. If his dad can go, why should he be spared?”

Elliot lightly tapped her nose with his finger, admiring her greatly. “Nana, our thoughts are aligned, Are we that in sync?”

“You talk too much, and it’s getting annoying!” Sheena pouted, pretending to be disgusted.

“Is that so?” Elliot tightened his embrace, his possessiveness evident as he looked at her belly. ” You’re already carrying my babies in there. Even if you get tired of me, you can never get rid of me!”

She laughed and pointed to her stomach. “Your two dearests are hungry and want to go home to eat the food you’ve made.”

Elliot immediately scooped her up, correcting her, “That’s three dearests!”

The next day, Rafael was expelled from his position.

Sheena accurately recorded his past offenses of slandering his leader and stealing documents in his company file, leaving him facing substantial compensation.

However, it was doubtful that any major company would want to hire him in the future. He had enjoyed comfort for decades, but his sufferings had just began in his old age.

The other executives finally realized the truth behind the Windsail Project incident. However, they were too late to act, as Sheena had perfectly quelled the situation, leaving them with nothing to say. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

With the wedding day drawing near, Sheena’s heart raced with excitement and curiosity.

“Eli, what exactly have you prepared for this wedding?” Sheena inquired as Elliot was slicing an apple.

Elliot smirked and replied mysteriously, “I’ve been preparing for half a month. You’re going to love it.

She leaned in closer to his face and planted a kiss. “The wedding is the day after tomorrow. Can’t you give me a little hint in advance?”

Elliot’s expression remained firm. “That would ruin the surprise.”

Fair enough.

Sheena did not press further and patiently waited for him to finish slicing the apple and offer her a piece. However, just as Elliot was halfway through, Ford abruptly appeared at the door, knocking urgently with a tremble in his voice.

“Miss! Miss! You need to come back to the Lawson estate. Old Man Lawson, he… he’s not doing well!”

Before Sheena could process Ford’s words, Elliot’s hand, slicing the fruit, trembled violently, accidentally cutting his finger.

Elliot quickly hid his injured hand.

Sheena’s attention shifted entirely to Ford’s words as she rose to open the door, her tone incredulous.

“What do you mean?”

Ford sobbed. “The heart rate monitor showed abnormalities last night, and the doctor said he may not have much time left, but the exact situation will only be known once Mr. Noah returns and assesses it. Mr. Howard is already on his way back to Svelton. Please come back with me!”

Sheena stood frozen in disbelief.

Elliot wiped the blood off his hand with a wet tissue, casually wrapped it in a piece of paper, and

tucked it into his sleeve.

He then approached Sheena, using his uninjured hand to hold hers gently. “That’s really serious. I’ll be there to support you.”