Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation-Chapter 1854 - 372: Mrs. Bush Emotional Break Out

Crystal looked at Mrs. Bush in a trance.

"Amos Davis is…"

Eric stood up and pressed the wound with a swab of alcohol.

"Is Amos Davis Nathan's father?" Crystal asked again.

"Yes." Eric looked down at her. "Are you surprised?"

"So you and Nathan..."

"You have a good imagination. We are not related."

"What about the child?"

"Isn't it obvious? The child's death was the main cause of her nervous breakdown." Eric held out his injured hand and said, "Honey, aren't you just a little too curious? My hand hurts, shouldn't you be concerned about me?"

So, that was why Eric's always trying to get even with Nathan?

Eric, still in a daze, raised his hand and said, "Please dress my wound. I will tell you when you finish dressing it."

Crystal stared at him quizzically. 𝗳𝒓𝚎e𝚠𝒆𝐛𝐧𝐨v𝚎Ɩ.co𝓶

"I always mean what I say."

Crystal pressed her lower lip in silence and pointed to a nearby chair. "You can sit there."

She had done a lot of dressings now, each time for Nathan. But every time he got hurt, it was because of her.

Crystal shook her head. Why did she still think about Nathan at this point?

It was as if her world could not be separated from that man. She thought of him in everything she did now.

Crystal took the medicine, alcohol, and gauze from the doctor and examined Eric's wound with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball.

The wound was a little deep.

"Sew up this cut?" She asked, looking up as if it were a matter of little consequence to her.

Eric chuckled. "No. It's just a small cut."

"You'd better sew it and make it quick to heal."

"Can you sew?"

"No."

"Never mind."

"What?"

"I only want you to sew."

Crystal gave him a dirty look.

The man was still joking at this point, but her expression soon returned to indifference. What does it matter to her about his wound?

"Since you don't want to sew up the wound, I'll dress it for you. But remember not to let the wound touch the water."

"Do you care about me? I've been waiting for a day for a long time."

"What do you mean? "

"You dress it for me."

"Psycho." Why would anyone want to get hurt?

Crystal bandaged it carefully for him. Then she handed the tray to the servant and took it down. "Can you tell me now?"

"My mother had an affair with Amos Davis, ended up having an abortion, and married my father. Because of the miscarriage, she had nightmares that got worse and worse until she had to be medically treated."

"So his father hurt your mother, so you're going to take it out on him and me?"

"Why do you always think of me that way?"

"Because I know you too well."

Eric stroked her face and laughed innocently. "Honey, you know me," he said.

"You're really mean."

"Honey, come on, don't get mad." Eric stroked her tight face. "I'm helpless, too."

Crystal slapped his hand away and chuckled. "What good does it do you to have me? Are you happy, having separated others by your own hand?"

"I'm happy now. It's enough that I care about you being around me."

"Eric, you're really complicated."

Eric's eyes darkened.

"All my complexity is only for one simple purpose. Why do you always not believe me?"

"Well, your object is nothing but revenge."

"You know what?" Eric said, "I'm complicated because I love you."

"You are wrong." Eric looked at Crystal with hurt eyes, "Because - I love you."

Crystal's body suddenly shook. He had said that he loved her many times but never once was so serious and solemn as this time.

She stared at him deeply, his eyes were so unfathomable that she couldn't see through what he was thinking.

"I can't see any love in your eyes."

"One day, you will."

Crystal turned her face away, she didn't want that day to come.

In the evening, after eating, Crystal saw a servant in and out of the guest room and asked, "Mrs. Bush is awake?"

The personal servant of Crystal ran upstairs and said, "Yeah, she is."

"How is she? Did she get better?"

"She looks normal, but...." The servant frowned, "But she seems to be a bit weird, we can't tell what's wrong exactly."

"Weird?"

"Her mannerism, her eyes, and..."

"Call the doctor."

"Young mistress, are you going to see Mrs. Bush? The young master ordered, you can't go..."

Crystal didn't listen to her, opened the half-covered door straight, and saw Mrs. Bush stood by the bed, stroking her abdomen, looking out the window.

Hearing the door opening, she whispered, "Amos, are you here?"

Crystal did not reply and softly approached her.

"Amos, I have good news for you. You are going to be a father, we have a baby..."

As she turned around and saw Crystal, her face changed drastically, "Who are you?"

Crystal thought that Mrs. Bush's expression looked a little strange and was about to ask, only heard that Mrs. Bush said coldly, "Did Amos let you come?"

"I…"

"You must know where Amos is. Did he ask you to pick me up?"

"..."

"Wait a minute, I will change my clothes first, then I'll leave with you."

"Mrs. Bush, it is not Mr. Davis who asked me to come."

"Why don't you let me see Amos? You are his mistress!"

"No, I am not. I am Eric's wife..."

"You are lying! You are obviously the mistress who took Amos away!"

"Mrs. Bush, calm down."

Crystal stepped back but saw Mrs. Bush suddenly knelt down for her, "Please, please let me see Amos. I have a lot of words to say to him personally. I have no other requirements, I just want to see him..."

"Please get up first." Crystal tried hard to help her stand up.

However, Mrs. Bush cried heartbreakingly and said, "I beg you, can you take me there? I won't ask for too much. I just want to see him and tell him that we have a baby..."

Mrs. Bush started to kowtow to her after speaking, "Please, let me see him-" 𝐟𝙧ℯ𝑒𝒘𝐞𝒃𝗻𝒐ѵ𝘦𝑙.com

She kept kowtowing frantically on the ground, making heavy noises one by one.

How could Crystal watch the elder kowtow to herself? She hurriedly shouted at the servant outside, "What are you doing? Help Mrs. Bush get up."

"Please, let me see Amos, please."

At this time, the doctor came.

"Don't come here. If you don't let me see Amos, I will jump from here."

The more people were here, the more agitated Mrs. Bush was. Seeing that she had climbed onto the window sill, the servant exclaimed, "Madam, don't go up, it's dangerous."

"Let the security guards pull something below to catch her." Crystal secretly ordered the servant.

"Take me to see Amos, otherwise, I will jump down with my child!"

"Mrs. Bush, go down first. I promise that I'll take you to see Amos."

"Really?" Mrs.. Bush fixed her eyes on Crystal, tears still hanging in her eyes.