Obsessive CEO’s Sinful Wife by Lil’ Bamboo

Chapter 270

There was not a peep out of Serenity the whole time. She was perfectly still and silent, almost as if lost in her own inner world until the doctor tried to take the photo albus in her hands. She seemed to came to her senses suddenly and clurg, tightly to the photo albums, yelling, “No!”

“No one’s taking it away,” Jackson assured her gently, “but the doctor needs to examine your hands. Give it to me, Sis, and let the doctor take a good look at your hands, okay?”

As soon as Serenity heard him call her sis, she finally looked at him and murmured, “Jack 7”

“Yes,” he replied, “it’s me. Tell me, what happened to you exactly?

Hers trembled, and the tears that had been suppressed all this while gushed straight out as she told him in a choked–up voice, “It’s burnt! The album with phates of me and my mother! It’s burnt!”

As she spoke, her curly eyelashes seemed to bring forth more tears free her eyes with their every fluttering movement

Jackson was astonished. So, that half–burnt album was a photo album of Serenity and her mother?

Serenity to understand how important her mother was to

had a chance to examine Serenity’s hands. After seeing them, he immediately began to treat the scalded area, cleaned the wounds, and

even started to heal, yet there were now more wounds on her hands. All ten fingers of her hands were now wrapped in gauze. All throughout the process, Serenity remained

his handkerchief and wiped away

helpless. He had always been all–powerful in Solaria, capable of making anything happen, but as for the photo album of Serenity and her mother, he realized that no matter how much money he had, it was not enough to restore it to its original

he could do was

them, ‘but it’s nothing serious, fortunately. You shouldn’t let the wounds come into

any long–term effects?”

doctor replied. “No nerves or muscles were affected, though the wounds

Jackson’s eyebrows knitted

were bandaged, Serenity desperately tried to clasp the photo album against her chest as if it was her

Precious

once again gathering her up in his arms and striding

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