My Most Precious Wife novel Chapter 473

The next night, Liam came in with a pile of things.

Emily was preparing dinner for Hunter. When she came back to the ward, she saw Liam coming out with a pile of documents in his arms.

"What is it?" She was curious and hurried over.

For some reason, there was a faint unease in her heart.

Liam didn’t look good. Obviously, he was very disappointed. But when he saw Emily, he was still respectful.

"The agreements signed by Young Master."

Liam looked at her and wanted to speak, but when he thought of what Young Master had told him, he didn’t dare to say anything.

"Forget it, Miss Emily, go in and take care of him. Somehow, his wound showed signs of tearing apart yesterday. The doctor told him to rest, but he didn’t listen to me."

There was probably only one person in the world who could make Young Master submit.

"What exactly is it? What agreement?"

The more Liam avoided this topic, the more anxious Emily became.

She thought of what Hunter said yesterday. She panicked. "Is it …"

"Yes, Young Master signed the share transfer agreement."

Liam was indeed very disappointed. Young Master had given up everything, which had a great impact on his life.

As his servant, of course, he did not want such a thing to happen.

However, since it was Young Master’s choice, Liam could only support it.

"Young Master transferred all of his shares in the Jackson Group to Vincent. He also handed in his resignation and resigned as president of the Jackson Group."

"Young Master will not return to Bentson City. In the future, he will be with you wherever you go."

Liam looked at Emily. Since the documents had been signed, he could only bless her, "Miss Emily, please don’t run away again, or Young Master will probably continue living a life of a walking dead."

"Even if you run away, he will be looking for you day and night. Besides, as he doesn’t want anything, he will look for you even more crazily."

She could imagine the days when Hunter went everywhere in the world in order to find her.

Did she really have the heart to see him become like that?

"Also, Miss Emily, can you help me persuade Young Master to agree to me following him? No matter where he goes, I will follow him. I will support him at any time."

Liam brooded. Since Young Master didn’t want anything, would it mean that he would abandon his servants?

They had been following Young Master for almost twenty years.

If Young Master didn’t want them, they didn’t know where they were going and what they were going to do in the future.

"Damn!" What Emily was thinking now was not what would happen to them in the future, but how to stop Hunter signing these agreements.

"Wait a moment. Don’t hand the agreements over. I’ll go talk to him."

"It’s useless." Liam smiled at her and resignedly said, "As long as you are not willing to go back with him, he will definitely give up everything."

"Miss Emily, don’t you know his temper?"

When Emily walked into the ward, she felt desperate and bitter.

Seeing that Hunter had changed his clothes, she panicked. "What else do you want to do?"

"Nothing, just get changed."

"Where are you going?" Why did he change his clothes for no reason?

However, Hunter held her hand and said with a serious expression, "I’m worried that you’ll suddenly run away. I changed my clothes because when you escape, I can chase after you with dignity instead of running around the world in a hospital uniform."

Her heart suddenly became incomparably bitter, and the tears that she had held back for so long finally rolled down her cheeks.

This man was crazy!

That’s right. From the first day she met him, she knew that he was crazier than anyone else!

They had been entangled for two lifetimes. There was sadness, desperation, happiness, and hardship.

Now, could she choose to forgive and start over with him?

But what about those people who had been hurt and been given hope by her?

On the morning of the third day, Emily saw the man who had been hurt and been given hope by her.

He came back, covered in dust.

"I’m sorry."

Seeing him at first glance, Emily’s tears rolled down her cheeks.

"You said sorry to me because you’ve decided to be with that person?"

Terry’s expression was calm. There was no sorrow, no sadness, no anger.

It was as if he had already guessed the outcome.

"Actually, this is good. At the very least, I don’t need to shoulder any more pressure."

"Terry..." What did he mean?

"Because I know that you don’t love me. You just treat me as a friend, a very, very good friend."

Terry sighed and looked up at the sky. The sadness in that glance was completely concealed when he lowered his head.