Chapter 725: Chapter 725



The more she despised something, the more it appeared before her.

Boyce was about to leave, when Mrs. Miller stretched out her arm, “What are you doing here, do you want to see if you’ve angered my husband to death?”

Mrs. Miller felt that Boyce was the cause of everything, and she blamed him.

Boyce had no intention of starting an argument, but Mrs. Miller didn’t want to let him go so easily.

“Get in now!” shouted Officer Miller in a gravelly voice.

Mrs. Miller sneered and hit Boyce on her way inside, Officer Miller glared at her and said sternly, “The doctor already said I shouldn’t get angry, keep doing what you’re doing if you want me dead.”

“What have I done? It was him…”

“Mother, that’s enough,” Mrs. Miller interrupted. She feared Boyce would become irritated and expose his dark past.

She stared at him and said coolly, “My father was hospitalized because of us, are you happy with the way things are now?”

Boyce seemed completely unfazed, he just gave him a look.

He saw no need to explain himself to such a person, so he remained silent.

Officer Miller’s hospitalization was rather indirectly related to him, it was not the main reason for what had happened.

He avoided her sideways and walked away when Wendy tugged on his arm, “Boyce, if you didn’t want to be in this relationship from the beginning, why did you agree and investigate me behind my back?”

She hadn’t finished when Boyce’s phone rang in his pocket, he pulled it out and the screen showed the caller ‘Lindura’.

It was Jasmine Burke, who accompanied Boyce to buy a phone device at the time, and told him, “The first contact you save on your phone should be mine.”

She snatched the device from him and typed in her phone number. When he got to the caller’s name column, he asked Boyce, “How do you plan to address me?”

This question had never crossed Boyce’s mind, who thought her name was the most appropriate.

Jasmine wanted to be playful, so she changed it to “Lindura.”

She was short in stature and slender, walking next to Boyce made her look small, even ridiculing him, “Would the others think I was your daughter if we went out together?”

Discomfort was then reflected on Boyce’s face.

When Wendy caught the screen of her phone, she frowned.

Cute?

I didn’t know she had such a taste for a closeted person like him.

Besides, who was this ‘Cutie’?

Wendy narrowed her eyes and thought, He likes someone else already.

Her hands, dropping to her sides, clenched into fists. Who had stolen her boyfriend?

Boyce didn’t answer the call right away; he held the phone in his hand and backed away from the room a bit before pressing the answer button.

Jasmine called to ask if he was coming back for dinner.

Boyce replied, “I’m coming back, I’ll be there in a little while.”

“We’ll wait for you then,” Jasmine continued.

Boyce emitted an “hmm” and ended the call. He did not return immediately, but went to visit Elizabeth.

When Armand Bernie was away in C-Country, he was the one who sent Elizabeth to the hospital, and he knew she was also admitted here.

As he reached the hallway to the ward, he noticed Armand smoking in the smoking room through the glass.

He pushed open the door and entered, Armand, who lowered his head, didn’t realize anyone had entered.

Boyce slapped him hard on the shoulders, looked up, and was surprised to see Boyce there, “How come you’re here?”

Boyce didn’t answer his question, “When did you start smoking?”.

Armand put his arm out to throw the cigarette in the ashtray, and took a deep breath, “My grandmother is forcing me to get married…”

“Haven’t you made up with Theresa Gordon yet?” Boyce slipped his arm around his shoulders, “There’s nothing hard about getting married, are you so worried about it that you’ve taken up smoking?”

Armand lifted his head and laughed bitterly, “I could still convince Theresa to get married, but she wants a great grandchild, how am I going to do that, how am I going to give birth to one?”

Boyce was speechless at that point.

With Theresa in that condition, the expectation of giving birth to a son was an unsolvable problem.

“Was that why you were feuding with Theresa?” he realized that Theresa didn’t look too good when he saw her in the villa.

“No?” Armand found Boyce’s words strange.

He was doing fine with Theresa, as long as she didn’t find out about Armand’s grandmother’s request, there wouldn’t be a big problem. At least, she wouldn’t back out of it.

“Would you like to join me for dinner at the villa?”

Theresa wouldn’t let him inform Armand that she was here, but she didn’t mention that she couldn’t bring him to eat.

Armand said, “I have to stay here and take care of my grandmother.”

He had no idea that Boyce was trying to help him.

“Are you sure?” Boyce gave him a look.

Lining his eyes, Armand felt unsure, “Is anyone in the villa?”

Boyce stood up, “I’m not sure, just tell me if you’re coming or not.”

Armand hesitated for a moment, then stood up, “I’m coming. I’m going to the ward to let my grandmother know I’m leaving and call a nurse to stay.”

Boyce said, “I’ll walk you to see your grandmother.”

Armand patted him on the shoulder, “Thank you.”

“No need to say thank you if it stays between us.” Boyce shot him a quick glance.

The two left the smoking area and went to visit Armand’s grandmother, Elizabeth, who was ecstatic to see Boyce around.

Then came a whole string of questions about marriage, the ones that have been said countless times “How old are you now, when are you getting married?”

Armand backed her up, “Don’t worry about other people’s important events, don’t I get enough of a hard time from you pestering me?”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened, “Is he a someone else?”.

Their relationship was so good that Elizabeth already treated him like her own family.

Boyce read the room and laughed, “No rush for me.”

“You’re even older than Armand, aren’t you? Aren’t you worried? Are you thinking of becoming a monk?” Elizabeth made a long face, “What’s wrong with these people?

Armand smiled, “He has a girlfriend, you don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

“He has a girlfriend?” Elizabeth’s eyes sparkled, “What kind of girl is she? I want to meet her when you’re free.”

Armand was worried that the lady would take forever. When the nurse arrived, she excused herself to leave and ushered Boyce out of there as well.

Boyce followed Armand’s lead and taunted him, “That’s not how you’re filial.”

Armand looked at him coldly, “If I didn’t get you out of there, you wouldn’t believe me when I told you it could go on for another hour.” Boyce understood, after all she was old.

When they got into the car, Armand again posed the question, “What’s really going on?”.

Boyce started the engine, “I’m just inviting you to lunch, what’s with all the questions?”.

They soon arrived at the villa after ten few minutes, the car stopped and they got out of it.

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