My Repentant Brothers by Grace Edith

Chapter 145

Madeline met Wesley's serious gaze. She hesitated for a moment, feeling the pressure on her hand lighten. Still, she lifted the hem of his shirt. At that instance, her pupils couldn't help but dilate. Wesley's physique was impressive. His chest muscles were well-defined, yet his waist was narrow.

His waist was toned, with prominent abs. His skin was fair and smooth, quite attractive. However, on this otherwise perfect body, there was a noticeable scar. A vicious wound stretched across his waist, like a centipede crawling over his bones. Madeline's face was filled with pity. She said, "Wesley, did someone take one of your kidneys? You're usually so rational and careful. How did you let something like this happen to you? I've heard that losing a kidney is really bad for your health." Madeline was already considering how to help him get a kidney transplant.

Wesley pulled down his shirt without hesitation, his face calm. He said, "There's nothing wrong with my kidney. Don't question a man about his kidney, alright? That's rude."

"Why is it rude? Without a kidney, the body's detoxification ability declines, and metabolism suffers," Madeline replied.

Wesley looked at her, realizing she wasn't joking. He wondered if he should remind her that kidneys might have other uses for men.

He sighed and said, "I was caught in an explosion, and a fragment lodged here. It was deep. When Nolan removed the foreign object, he had to perform surgery to clean the wound. It just hasn't fully healed yet. The injury was severe, and it's not something that heals overnight."

Wesley lowered his head, his hair covering his face. He stared intently at the fishing rod in his hands and continued, "The only reason I have time now to deal with some of your troubles is because I'm recovering from this injury. As for Winslet, I've sent someone to hunt her down."

Madeline's brow furrowed, and she said, "I don't want the Larson family dead. Taking their lives is easy, but making them watch me live better and better while their lives get worse and worse is much more satisfying than killing them outright." Wesley looked at Madeline and said, "Alright, I'll do as you say."

With that, he tugged at the fishing rod. The bait had already been nibbled away by small fish, but not a single one had been caught.

"Look at these clever little fish," he remarked.

Madeline glanced at his fishing rod and asked, "What is there to catch here?"

"Since I'm recovering, I can't go running around too much. If anyone spots me, it'd be dangerous." Wesley chuckled. "Maddie, have you never hated someone so much that you wished they were dead?"

smiled and replied, "At least, not

vacation was

as if they had evaporated from

immediately waved at her with curiosity. The teacher had already arrived, so Harper held back for an entire class, eagerly speaking to Madeline as soon as the break

said. "Just a few days ago, they were so arrogant. Who could've guessed they'd suddenly end up like this? It's really shocking." Madeline nodded and said, "I

sure you only

glanced at her with a smile. "I wasn't close to

squinted and thought, 'You say you weren't close, but they still bowed and scraped in front

and said, "Anyway, my dad said it's because Jasmine gambled too much at Spring Breeze Casino, which led to the Zook family's downfall. That Spring

a vocational school, Winslet had been hiding for days. Seeing that Sharon hadn't taken her anger out on them, she cautiously

unsettled, her mind filled with thoughts of calling

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she could figure it

were undeniably powerful, and now, having relied on a man, she had even become the CEO of Glorious Group. Getting revenge would be a piece of cake for her. Winslet was terrified. If Madeline sought revenge,

in her thoughts, someone

for

A stern-looking middle-aged man, about 40 years

raise her head, her lips trembling as she said, "No, you must have the wrong

shivered more. Finally, he stopped in front of her, his sharp, clouded eyes locking onto

the capital. Ms. Sharon Larson has invited you to lunch to

refused almost automatically, "I'm