My Destined Lover

Seeing the doctor’s expression of awe and reverence, Mrs. Taylor smiled and shook Kimberly’s hand. “Good boy, well done!” she said.

Kimberly smiled shyly, “Thanks.”

Seeing this, the doctor touched his nose, knowing that his suggestion was rejected. He said no more and turned to leave.

…

At noon.

“Kim, come and take care of Grandma for a while.” Mrs. Taylor helped old Mrs. Taylor cover–up, “I’m going to go to the hospital kitchen now and cook something for Grandma.”

Kimberly smiled and stroked old Mrs. Taylor’s white hair, “Got it, I’ll take good care of Grandma.”

Mrs. Taylor slowly walked out of the hospital room and turned around to see the housekeeper standing silently in front of her, not knowing how long he had been there.

“Ouch!” Mrs. Taylor slapped her chest, “You didn’t make a sound. Are you trying to scare me to death?”

The housekeeper lowered his head apologetically, “Mrs. Taylor, I…”

“Well.” Mrs. Taylor said unconcernedly, “What do you want to say?”

The housekeeper looked up, quietly approached her, and whispered, “The doctor who prescribed the medicine for Mr. Marcus that you asked me to inquire about. The Browns have indicated that they are not willing to reveal her name.”

“Not willing?” Mrs. Taylor frowned slightly. But after remembering something, she shook her head carelessly, “If they don’t want to say it, then don’t ask. Just let it go.” — Kimberly had already hired an excellent doctor anyway.

…

The day of the trial meeting.

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Just after the broadcast, many onlookers poured into the live room and frantically commented, “Here it comes!”

At the same time, Laura, dressed in formal attire, sat elegantly in the back seat of the black Maybach.

“Sister–in–law, do you want to eat something? The court may be long.” Kevin in the passenger seat suddenly turned around and handed over a piece of strawberry cake.

Laura took it, selectively ignored his “sister–in–law” and smiled as she took a bite of the cake, “Thank you.”

Kevin curved his long and slender eyes, smiling in a slutty and ambiguous way, “Don’t thank me. Marcus prepared all these things.” His slender fingertips pointed to the pile of small desserts tucked in the front seat.

Laura glanced at Marcus in the driver’s seat and saw him driving with a poker face as if he hadn’t heard those words at all. She couldn’t help but laugh.

He drove over to pick her up from the courthouse and prepared her dessert in advance… Under Marcus’s cold expression, he was unexpectedly soft and thoughtful.

Laura bit the strawberry and felt a sweetness diffuse in her mouth. She suddenly asked, “Do you guys like strawberries?”

Kevin actively raised his hand, “In my opinion, strawberries have to be a little bit sour…”

“Shut your mouth up.” Marcus glanced at the rearview mirror and rudely interrupted him, “You just don’t like sweet.”

Kevin was upset, “What’s wrong with me not liking sweets?”

“So, do you like sweets?” Laura looked straight into Marcus’s eyes in the rearview mirror.