A Billion-Rich Woman Was Chased by Her EX-Husband

Chapter 190

The next day.

Upon hearing that Vincent had been in a car accident, Joseph disregarded the unresolved thorn hand incident and rushed to the hospital without delay.

In the VIP Ward Room

Lying straight on the bed with a waist and neck supporter, Vincent opened his mouth wide to catch the apple that the secretary had cut and fed him.

That silly son, with his stupid look, was unable to take care of himself in the main house and was abusing his own maid.

Joseph walked into the ward room and looked at him with a frown. “Did Anderson Group discover a new oil field? You’re not even thirty yet, how can you be so successful?”

The female secretary swiftly stepped aside, bowed to the man, and then tactfully moved to the door to give the brothers

space to converse.

“Brother, are you here to visit me or to make things hard for me? What kind of oil do I have? Do I need to be like this if I can get by? Hiss…”

Vincent bowed, his forehead beaded with sweat from the pain, and he winced in agony.

“Stay put. Look after yourself.”

Joseph’s expression remained cold, yet he hastened to the bed and assisted him in lying down.

“Brother, if I were paralyzed, would you push my wheelchair for me?” Vincent asked plaintively, his face full of sorrow.

“You have so many girlfriends, it’s not my turn to be one of them.”

“Don’t fret, even if you can only move your lips from top to bottom, you’re still the Anderson Group’s young master. You won’t be dallying around, nor will you be delaying any of the women who will be trailing you.”

“Tsk, that’s right…,” Vincent agreed, “my personal charm is right here.”

Personal charm?

Money has a certain charm to it.

“How did it come to this?” Joseph asked, his brow furrowed.

“Then you’ll have to bloody ask your sister about the vegetable flower.”

in terror in the night’s darkness. His chest heaved with rage. “It’s all her fault I’m half-paralyzed! Your fourth sister should be the one pushing my wheelchair for life!”

plain. What does this have to do with Annie?” Joseph’s

also tried to come in. She was barred from entering. If I hadn’t

Annie come last night?” Joseph couldn’t help but be

this was why Vincent had

changed her clothes…”

her clothes?!” Joseph’s face paled in an instant. His usually soft voice was raised, and his fists clenched. “Don’t get it

He was determined not to risk losing his arms and legs again. “Subsequently, I escorted her to the banquet hall to meet Ada. In the end, she just stepped inside the banquet hall. I had no idea what had transpired, but she dashed out

was scared that something might happen to a girl at night, so I kept an eye on her. Unfortunately, when she crossed the road, she almost got hit! I

about Annie? Is she hurt?” Joseph asked

vanished in a flash, as if she had stepped on a burning wheel. She actually abandoned me! What else can I do to her porcelain?”

I have already cautioned you not to entertain any thoughts about

was an accident. Annie isn’t from the same world as you. Don’t have any hopes

Don’t you have any compassion? You don’t express gratitude, but you reprimand me?!” Vincent was unable to move, only able to extend his neck to dispute

bring her to the banquet hall? Who requested that you change her clothes and have her stand

do you mean?”

She is very apprehensive of encountering strangers and is very reluctant to attend any social gatherings.” Joseph recalled Annie’s typical wary and shy demeanour, and

“Autism…?”

seemed to be

wonder Annie’s words and actions were a little peculiar; for although she was twenty-two years old, she still had the air of

was why Aubree kept her confined at home all year and prevented

you did those things for her, did you consult her? Did you inquire if she wanted to? You never

took a deep breath and felt a dull ache in his heart. “Annie just wants to live in tranquility. Don’t stir up any more trouble for her. You’ll

for a moment and croaked, “Is there a

Joseph shook his head

pretty face that had been pale

phone rang at that moment;

furrowed his brow and paused for a beat. He had to reply,

haste to the Sawle Group. I’ll

that, he ended the call

the darkened screen. His thin, sharp lips

really father

were no superficial familial

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the chairman’s