Presiden's wild wife novel Chapter 233

Elena and Logan flew back to H City. As they were just walking out of the airport, the servant of the Browns had been waiting for them for a long time. The servant said, “Sir, Madam, Mr. Brown is calling you home.”

“Cornel?”

“Yes.”

Logan sneered, “Alright.”

Jacob quickly arranged another car for them, and said to the servant, “Sorry. Sir won’t get into strangers' cars.” Then he helped Logan and Elena get into his car. He turned around and said to Roger, “Sorry, Mr. Scott. Now we are heading for the Browns. I have arranged a car for you. Please take it.”

Roger understood, and answered with a nod. “Okay. Don’t worry about me. Take your time.”

“I am so sorry.”

Roger didn’t mind at all. But he was afraid that Cornel and Jacqueline might trouble them again, so he reminded kindly, “Take good care of them. Call me if you need.”

“Yes, Mr. Scott. Thank you.”

The servant was a bit angry because no one showed him respect. But he couldn’t do anything. So he got into his car and called Cornel to report it.

They arrived at the Browns’ villa. Elena didn’t like this place due to the bad memory. As she walked into the house, the gloomy air was flooding over her.

Logan said to Cornel, poker-faced, “We just came back and didn’t even have a rest. What do you want from us?”

“Your surgery. How is it?!” Cornel asked in a sulk. He failed to contact them since then.

Logan answered indifferently, “It failed.”

“It failed?!” Cornel yelled. He looked at Elena, “How did you promise me?!”

Elena retorted, “I never promised that it would succeed!”

“Don’t argue with me! You can’t get away with it!”

Elena stopped saying anything. She was astonished that he blamed her again without any reason.

Cornel was irritated, “I told you not to do this surgery! But you didn’t listen to me! Are you happy about that result?!”

“Cornel!” George yelled at him in anger, going down from the second floor, “What are you doing here!”

“Dad! I’m telling the truth! I’ve told you that bitch is a jinx! She is bringing troubles and bad luck to us!”

“What nonsense are you talking about now!” George yelled at him in a louder voice, getting even angrier.

Cornel didn’t dare to talk back at his father, so he was silent.

Logan was fed up with this melodrama, “If you ask me here just to tell me something boring, I’m leaving now.”

“Logan!” Cornel stopped him, “I'm doing it for you! Why don’t you understand my good intention?!”

“Good intention?” Logan stared at him with cold eyes. “Then please don’t show me your good intention; it really makes me sick.”

Cornel was hurt by the coldness in his eyes, looking so miserably sorrowful now.

But Logan turned a blind eye; he didn’t care about Cornel’s feeling at all. “It’s my life, my decision, my choice. I do what I want. And it’s none of your business.”

“You are so stupid!”