Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

Chapter 1406 Cooperating with You to Lie

Beryl had the same thought and obediently nodded, "All right, but don't worry too much. Let's focus on getting Dad well first, and we can discuss the rest later."

"Okay!" Wallis felt relieved by her response and then suggested, "Once your father feels better, we should invite your boss to have a meal to thank him for his kindness."

Beryl's eyelid twitched at the thought of Marcellus dining together with them.

"Mom, it's not necessary. My boss is usually very busy and may not have the time to join us," Beryl replied.

"Ask him about it. We have to thank him for this matter. If he doesn't have time to have a meal, we should at least thank him in person. He may not care, but we have to be grateful!" As Wallis spoke, she became increasingly agitated. In her view, several hundred thousand dollars was already an astronomical figure, and if they were to accept it without saying a word of thanks, she would not be able to get past it in her heart.

Beryl didn't want to upset her mother, so she reluctantly agreed, "Okay, I'll ask him then."

As a result, during the first week of hospitalization, when Amir went for a follow-up examination, Marcellus insisted on coming personally. Beryl couldn't stop him, so she had to come clean.

go. My mom will definitely not let you

puzzled. He had been a bit annoyed by her constant rejections, but

favor for our family, and she wants to thank you in person over a meal. I

readily agreed, "Why would I mind meeting your mother? Even if

he suddenly realized something and squinted at the girl sitting beside him, "Beryl, what's wrong with you? Why did

was Beryl's

what Marcellus and Wallis would talk about or have in common during the

refuse because of you. I've been

meal with your mother!" Marcellus became more enthusiastic and immediately instructed his assistant to book a restaurant, "Let's do it today. I'll find a nice place for

Beryl was speechless.

of foreboding and

impulsive; I'm being rational." Marcellus replied, and without wasting time, he messaged his assistant with the details, "What dishes does your mother like? Generally, people of her age prefer

him really arranging everything, Beryl grabbed his hand, looked into his eyes, and said earnestly, "Marcellus,