Brian could not help the stubborn Winnie. Her bumpy footsteps were like stepping on his heart. He felt distressed that her feet hurt.
Brian quickly caught up with Winnie and picked her up without giving her a chance to refuse. And then he turned around and strode to the car.
"Brian, I told you mind your own business. You can't do this to me."
Winnie was helpless. She knew that her struggle was a waste of physical energy, so she could only let him hold her.
"Cut the crap."
Brian said angrily.
From the moment he picked up Winnie, his heart was more painful, like a bee stung it. She had lost a lot of weight in just a few days, and at this rate, she was going to die.
Brian took Winnie to the car, stepped on the accelerator and went straight to the hospital.
After arriving at the hospital, Winnie's feet were swollen. The doctor checked the bones, applied some medicine and took some oral medicine, and the two men left the hospital.
Brian put Winnie into the car again. As he put down Winnie, he heard the rumbled voice of Winnie's stomach.
"You have no dinner yet?"
"I will have when I am home."
Winnie said with some embarrassment. Actually, she had been hungry, but she had been suffering. But now her stomach rumbled.
Brian said nothing. He put Winnie in the back seat and drove away.
Instead of taking Winnie home, he found a restaurant.
Brian, regardless of Winnie's opposition, walked into the restaurant holding Winnie. Fortunately, they booked a private room, otherwise, Winnie would be treated as a weirdo.
The food was delivered soon, otherwise Winnie would faint.
Winnie did not refuse but eat directly, because she was too hungry, otherwise she would have stomachache.
"I was about to seek you these days. Have your meal and listen to me."
Brian sat aside and found a topic that did not affect Winnie's appetite.
"I want to transfer some of my property to Luke and Megan's names before I get married. Hospitals, insurance companies, supermarket chains, car stores, hotels, shopping malls..."
"You don’t have to do that. I want them to fight for it."
Winnie interrupted Brian. She didn’t know how much Brian's personal wealth was, but she didn't want her children to covet it.
"That's what your intention. I made so much money, should I throw it away if I don't give it to them? You have no say in this matter."
Brian rejected Winnie's remarks.
"The kids are still young, and I can’t transfer to them, so I have to transfer to you."
"Don't. Others will think I cheated you on money."
Winnie refused outright.
"It is temporary. We will sign an agreement that will automatically transfer the property to the kids when they turn 18."
Brian had guessed that Winnie would say so, so he had thought of countermeasure.
"Brian, you make me difficult to me. Find someone else for help, you father or your sister. I don't want to..."
"They don't know this. It's all my private property. How can I tell them? It is not for you, you just help the children temporarily keep it."
Brian lost patience and raised his voice. He admired Winnie that she always could easily annoy him.
Winnie said nothing, thinking alone.
"Well, our agreement should be notarized at the notary office."
Winnie compromised and then continued to eat.
Brian got up and pushed a chair to Winnie's side. Then he squatted down and put Winnie's injured foot on the chair.
"The doctor said the foot could not be hung for a long time. Or it will get more swelling."
Brian said and sat down. Winnie was moved but she did not know what to do.
She did not expect that Brian was so considerate and remembered what the doctor said.
At this moment, Winnie wanted to cry. She wanted to hug Brian and cry, but once again she managed to bear it.
"Thank you!”
"You don't need to thank me. Just be good to yourself. You can only take care of the children with a healthy body."
What Brian wanted was not her gratitude. He hoped that Winnie was fine with everything.
"From tomorrow on, I will ask Albert to pick you up every day. You can drive my car when your feet are all right. You can have the car."
Seeing that Winnie had eaten almost enough, Brian talked about the topic again. He knew that Winnie would refuse and quarrel with him, so it would affect Winnie's appetite.
"No, I've already told Daenerys to buy me a car."
As expected, Winnie refused.
"You didn't get a penny or a gift after being around me for so long. This car will be your compensation for sleeping with me so many times."
Although Brian thought Winnie would refuse, he was still angry. Every time when he was angry with Winnie, his brain would not work and he would say something he regretted.
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