Slumdog Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293 Help Me Up

Wesley was still the same as before. He was still that kind. Poverty and debt didn’t dispel his kindness. He only wanted to live a steady life. He never meant to cause any trouble.

He could tell that Gerald wasn’t a common one. Nowadays, seldom people went around with two blades. Also, Gerald was dying because he was cut several dozen times.

Seeing that Wesley didn’t want to talk about this, Gerald didn’t continue either.

Gerald would help Wesley. That was for sure.

Gerald was always grateful.

Back then, Irene’s father saved his life, so he used three years to pay for the kindness. If not for the too much trouble Irene and her mother caused, maybe he would continue being with Irene.

This time, he would definitely pay Wesley back since Wesley also saved his life.

“Three days? I don’t know how much I will recover.” Gerald touched his nose while saying this.

Wesley smoked several cigarettes. Then he extinguished the cigarette, stood up, and began to reassemble the furniture that had fallen apart after being kicked by Raiden.

Wesley still had to work and pay his debt. He knew that maybe the money he earned in this lifetime

would all be Raiden’s. But he had to continue anyway.

He didn’t dare to call the police. He was worried that even if he reported to the police, he and Leila

still couldn’t live a peaceful life.

No matter how hard it was or how tired he was, he could only grit his teeth and endure it. He only felt sorry for his daughter. She was so beautiful, yet she was living such a miserable life.

Gerald silently watched all of this and sighed!

“Kind people will get what they deserve,” Gerald muttered.

In the next two days, Gerald could feel that Wesley couldn’t sleep well. It seemed to be because of the 3,200 dollars. Wesley couldn’t get the money, so he was restless.

In these two days, Leila was also very depressed and rarely spoke. But in fact, she was also like this before. She was shy and seldom talked. She would only say a few more things when Gerald took the

initiative to talk to her.

She was beautiful, but because of poverty, she felt inferior.

Wesley still left early in the day and returned late. After returning, he continued to make furniture under the dim light.

Occasionally, he would sit alone in a daze.

He was an honest man, yet he was very tired and confused.

In two days, Gerald got a little better. Of course, it would take some time for the wound to heal.

He was still very weak. Death Storm caused too much damage to him.

Before, after Gerald used Death Storm, Valery would help cure his. It would take him at least a dozen days to have Vital Energy appear in his body again. Sometimes, it would take one or two

months.

Now, he could only rely on himself. It was hard to tell how long it would take.

Fortunately, he was now able to slowly get out of bed and walk on his own, but he couldn’t walk very

far.

On the third day, there was only one last day left until the day Raiden came to collect the money.

As usual, Wesley went out early. When he went out, he felt heavy.

Leila also seemed worried.

The closer they got to the day Raiden came to them, the more serious their expressions became.

Gerald hadn’t seen a smile on their faces for several days.

At noon, Gerald was lying on the bed. He looked at Leila, who was studying beside him.

Obviously, Leila couldn’t focus. She was restless.

Gerald opened his mouth. “Leila!”

Leila turned her head. Her eyes were a little red, and she quickly asked, “Do you want to get out of bed and go to the toilet?”

Gerald smiled, then shook his head and asked, “Do you hate your father?”

Leila was stunned. Then she shook her head and said, “I don’t hate him. I know how much my father suffered. My father loves me very much. It’s all that woman’s fault.”

She used “that woman” to call her birth mother, not “mom”.

Gerald was a little moved. He looked at Leila’s pretty face. Leila was a little shy. She lowered her head to look at her slightly grey shoes.