"Yes, I heard that pomegranate replenishes blood, I just need it!"
Emily Aitken rolled her eyes, she was about to vomit blood from Max Miller.
Until this moment, she couldn't help shed tears of regret: "I really am, I should listen to George Smith, don't save you."
Just as Max Miller was about to go back, George Smith suddenly walked in: "Master Ming, your family has been accused of possession of drugs!"
"What!" Max Miller jumped up from the sofa, a full foot high.
There was distrust all over his face.
George Smith raised his eyebrows and didn't answer him.
A few seconds later, Max Miller's cell phone rang. He took the call. The housekeeper called. He said, "Master, the police said you are hiding drugs. Come back soon!"
　　"Fuck!" Max Miller spit out a swear word and hurried out, clutching his wound.
After he left, Emily Aitken sat up slowly, pressing his left shoulder: "How do you know?"
George Smith smiled mysteriously: "I reported it."
...
Emily Aitken is really speechless!
People have been successful in arresting drug dealers just now, and the prize flag may not be hot enough to be slandered for hiding drugs. She twitched her mouth and listened to George Smith continuing to say: "I put it in his house. The amount is not large, but it is clear. It's so rare to stay in the game for a few days!"
Damn your friends!
This is the real plastic flower brotherhood. She just wanted to sympathize with Max Miller, remembering that at least in the past few days, she didn't have to listen to the buzzing of flies, which seemed pretty good.
Looking at George Smith, she laughed helplessly.
"I asked Arlo Hunter to transfer the property in your name to this card. The password is your birthday." George Smith's slender knuckles picked up the card and handed it to Emily Aitken. He reminded again: "It seems like doing charity is very To earn fame, but I don’t support you all doing charity, and if you want Song, I can help you!"
"Stop! George Smith, I don't need your help. I can rely on my own ability to get back the Aitken family and the villa that belongs to my mother."
This is a kind of sentiment and a form. If George Smith gave it to her easily, then he would lose the fun of getting his own things back.
She believes she can.
Although, I haven't figured out how to implement it.
George Smith sighed slightly, his wife is good everywhere, but it's not good to be too strong to rely on yourself!
"Well, I don't need to help, but if you have any difficulties, you must tell me." This is the bottom line he can accept.
Emily Aitken thought for a while and nodded.
The two started under one roof, each busy with their own lives. The quiet time did not last long. Linda was angry when he learned that Max Miller was arrested, and walked with wind.
She rushed into Emily Aitken's ward, pointed at George Smith furiously and cursed.
George Smith fished his ears, ignoring her.
It was Emily Aitken who couldn't see it, and spoke in time to calm Linda's anger.
"You're too unhuman, really, Emily, just take care of your husband, you're going to be fine." Linda knew that it would be useless to scold George Smith, so she simply moved to guide Emily Aitken.
George Smith was very satisfied with her saying "just take care of your husband", and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
Emily Aitken helped her head: "Linda, it's okay, they just play, are you still at work? It's not good to skip work."
"Huh, really, my Max Miller just carried a large drug lord for the police two days ago. You reported him for hiding drugs. It really annoys me!" Linda has his own protagonist halo to Max Miller. He can do anything. That's right.
In particular, the first two days she became the only hero in her mind.
Yes, she had a hero who was Thor before, and now it has been replaced!
Emily Aitken smiled and cleaned up the mess for her boss.
After finally sending Linda away, when Emily Aitken thought she could finally be quiet, Mollie's mother brought Mollie to visit her.
"Auntie, are you better?" Mollie blinked with her dark, bright eyes.
Emily Aitken nodded, remembering that it was another weekend, she beckoned Mollie to sit by her bed and touched her little head affectionately: "Auntie is fine, where is Mollie? Did you go to school?"
Mollie nodded solemnly.
Her mother walked in awkwardly, a pair of black cloth shoes still stained with dirt, she looked very uncomfortable, carrying a few apples in the plastic bag in her hand.
Putting the apple on the bedside table, Mollie's mother rubbed her hands and stroked her hair again.
"Thank you for coming to see me."
Emily Aitken's gentle tone made her less nervous.
Mollie lowered her head, her face flushed.
Her mother waved her hand: "It took several days to find out that Ms. Aitken was sick. Well, is Mollie's living expenses..."
Emily Aitken was taken aback, and then recovered. She dumbly "Oh", then turned to look at George Smith sitting by the window: "Do you have cash? Give it five hundred."
In front of outsiders, George Smith resisted the unhappiness in his heart, took out the money clip, a pile of red tickets was swollen, he took five of them and counted them, and they passed them to Mollie's mother.
Mollie's mother stared at the thick money clip without squinting. She swallowed and took the money. Her eyes never moved from the money clip in George Smith's hand.
George Smith glanced at her coldly, Mollie's mother was so shocked that she quickly lifted her daughter from the bed: "Ms. Aitken, then I will see you next time."
Leaving this sentence aside, fleeing usually takes her daughter out of the ward.
Emily Aitken lowered her head, feeling inexplicable, sour and bitter.
"You promised to give her five hundred dollars a week?" George Smith asked.
Emily Aitken shook her head: "One month."
George Smith took out his phone, turned the screen to face Emily Aitken, and then said, “It’s exactly eleven days before August. I’m going to get the money back.”
"Ah? Yes, want to come back? Are you missing?" Emily Aitken was dumbfounded.
"I have no shortage." George Smith said bluntly.
Emily Aitken scratched her head. She has always had no idea about money: "Five hundred dollars is fine, you are a big president, are you sorry?"
George Smith was angry and thought about it. He suddenly felt that teaching her a lesson would be a good thing for her. He put away the phone, sat back by the window again, and continued to do business.
Emily Aitken sat for a while: "Are you angry?"
"No."
"I didn't expect that she would suddenly come to ask for money today. One, I don't want to embarrass her in front of the child, and two, she asked in advance and won't give it next month." Emily Aitken explained.
"Oh."
There was no way to talk this day, and there was no answer. Emily Aitken suddenly felt that her explanation was stupid and ended up sulking in bed alone.
A few days later, Emily Aitken's shoulder injury is almost healed. As long as you don't see the water and don't get infected, then everything will be fine.
"I'm leaving the hospital!" Emily Aitken growled while sitting on the bed full of breath.
After Max Miller came out of the game, he still looked annoying. He was chatting in Emily Aitken's ward every day. George Smith was there and he was still in the majestic silence for a while, George Smith was not, and the whole walking small motor.
Regardless of whether it is a irritable and boring life or a comfortable and happy life, she finally got the doctor's approval and can be discharged!
After removing the dull hospital gown, even his clothes looked much more comfortable.
George Smith followed her uneasy, and the two walked out of the hospital in a low-key manner.
At the thought of seeing her son, Emily Aitken couldn't restrain the joy, and the corners of her eyebrows rose slightly: "Hurry up!"
Emily Aitken urged eagerly.
Soon, Emily Aitken, who was far away, saw a group of people standing at the gate.