Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 921: How Do You Plan to Compensate Me?

Mary Scott was stubborn yet soft-hearted; after all, she lifted the thin blanket from David Locke’s leg and was dumbstruck to see one of his legs in a full cast. She quickly looked up in shock.

David Locke seemed unfazed, lazily casting her a glance as if to say, "Do you really think I would lie to you?"

Just then, a doctor walked in, and Mary quickly asked, "Doctor, what’s going on with his leg?"

"Oh, it’s a comminuted fracture," the doctor replied plainly.

The doctor’s tone inexplicably angered Mary, "Why didn’t you mention this earlier?"

The doctor was bewildered by her aggression, "He survived a car accident and only has a fracture. Are you a family member? Don’t worry too much; at most, he’ll be bedridden for half a year. With a good recovery, he’ll walk normally later."

The doctor scribbled something on David’s chart and then turned and left the room.

Seeing the doctor’s nonchalant attitude and imagining David, someone so arrogant, lying in bed for half a year, Mary felt indescribably upset. She also felt wronged and hurt, recalling the man’s accusation that she hit him on purpose. Turning away, her eyes brimmed with tears.

Noticing her teary eyes, David tried to amend the situation, "The doctor said I won’t die. Why are you crying?"

"Who’s crying?" Mary snapped, turning her head defiantly but betraying her red, tearful eyes.

David gazed at the woman with tear-stained eyes, making her look vulnerable yet charming, and his Adam’s apple bobbed, "Come here."

Mary ignored him, and David bided his time patiently.

After some silent friction, Mary finally relented and approached him, "Just say what you want to say."

"Hmm, how do you plan to compensate me?" David’s voice was still a bit hoarse since his fever hadn’t fully subsided, and his usually unpredictable, cold face had a sickly redness, adding a touch of frailty.

Mary stared blankly for a moment, realizing he was asking her for compensation, and took a deep breath, "I’ll cover the medical expenses, but don’t ask too much for emotional damages. I can’t afford a high amount."

David didn’t move, continuing to gaze at Mary.

Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, Mary grumbled in frustration, "What? Do you really expect me to pay a lot?"

"Do you know I have a film to start shooting in March?" David asked calmly, unabated.

Mary stayed silent, listening to him continue, "The actors and funding are all set. Delaying even one day means a loss of 800,000 to a million. Given my current situation, I won’t be able to get out of bed until at least April. Calculate how much that is."

"Why should I calculate that?" Mary sensed the trap ahead and instinctively resisted.

But David didn’t let her off, leisurely continuing, "Even at the minimum daily cost of 800,000, for thirty days, that’s 24 million."

"Why don’t you just go rob a bank?" Mary was furious.

David suddenly lowered his head, his eyes darkened, and muttered hoarsely after a moment, "If I knew you hated me this much, I would’ve let you hit me dead. If I died, you’d have peace, and you wouldn’t have to pay so much money..."

Mary’s heart skipped a beat as she listened, observing the man’s seemingly lifeless demeanor, permeating an air of despondency. She was startled; did he really think she wanted to kill him?

"That’s not what I meant! I can’t afford 24 million!" Mary was anxious.

"Then take care of me at home; my family is all in Switzerland," David took advantage of her.

Mary responded reflexively without fully registering, "Okay."

Only after she spoke did she realize what she’d agreed to, glaring furiously at the man in bed, "Did you do this on purpose?"

"I wasn’t lying; my family is indeed in Switzerland," David continued his pitiable act.

Mary, "..."

Mary felt suffocated, feeling like she had been fooled. But looking at the man receiving an IV and wearing a cast, she couldn’t bring herself to speak harshly, taking a deep breath in tacit agreement.

In his heart, David was elated, but he didn’t show it. Instead, he asked more pathetically, "You really didn’t deliberately have Mia Anderson hit me?"

"I told you, no!" Mary retorted fiercely but softened at the man’s vulnerable look, "She was too stingy to pay for a driver from the rental car company, so she drove herself."

"Oh," David responded skeptically.

Mary was infuriated, "You still don’t believe me?"

"It’s not that. I just can’t believe she dared to drive... How did you dare to ride with her?" David regretted the thought.

Mary felt a tinge of embarrassment on her face, mostly due to her rash decision to stay away from him!

David seemed to understand Mary’s thoughts and waved her closer.

Though unwilling, Mary stepped forward to David’s bedside, pouting cutely, "What do you want?"

"Does it hurt?" David looked at the red swelling on Mary’s forehead, guessing how it happened.

Mary hadn’t paid much attention to it earlier, but upon David’s mention, she recalled the knock on her forehead. Nonetheless, it was nothing compared to David’s injuries. She waved it off dismissively, "It’s fine; it won’t hurt by tomorrow."

Ignoring her dismissiveness, David pressed the call bell, and the hospital room door soon opened. He pointed to Mary, "Could you please check her forehead injury?"

The nurse followed David’s gaze to Mary’s forehead, initially surprised, then quickly recognizing Mary, "Are you Mary Scott?"

Mary tensed up at once, as she had forgotten she was a female star due to the car accident with David. Now, being recognized, she felt a bit nervous and was about to shake her head when she heard the man in bed already speaking, "Yes, it’s her. Please be gentle, nurse; she’s very afraid of pain."

The nurse glanced back at David in bed, immediately recognizing David Locke, her eyes filled with excitement, "Okay, I’ll go get the medicine right now."

With that, the nurse joyfully ran out, soon returning with supplies. As she tended to Mary’s wound, her eyes filled with gossip, and seeing David’s concerned expression, she couldn’t help but exclaim, "Miss Scott and Director Locke are truly a great couple; those rumors outside are indeed nonsense."

Mary was embarrassed, yet David remained calm and stated, "Yes, I love Mary."

"Ouch!" Mary didn’t expect David to suddenly say this, especially in front of others. In her tense moment, she flinched as the swab touched her wound. Glancing at David, she sought to discern something from his eyes, but he was merely gazing at her quietly.

Mary realized he was answering her question from the restaurant doorway.

Her emotions were indescribably complex; wanting to speak but ultimately just opening her mouth. Meanwhile, the nurse beside her was so excited that her face was flushed, "Miss Scott, I’m so envious of you! From high school to marriage, what kind of true love is this? I’m never going to believe the nonsense online again!"

Mary managed a sheepish smile, lowering her head as the nurse tended to her wound.

Once the nurse left and the room returned to silence, Mary looked at David, "What did you mean by what you just said?"

"It’s the truth." David met Mary’s gaze without avoidance, attentively looking at her.

Being stared at this intently by David, Mary’s emotions grew even more complex. She had clearly given up, yet faced with his seemingly calm yet intensely passionate gaze, she didn’t know how to face the man or deal with her own feelings.

Fortunately, at that moment, Mia Anderson barged into the room, "Mary, how’s Director Locke?"

Upon entering, Mia sensed the strange atmosphere but didn’t overthink it and rushed to David’s side. Seeing his leg in a cast, her heart clenched, and she asked with a hint of tears, "Mary, what should we do? I broke Director Locke’s leg; will you fire me?"

Mia wasn’t worried about jail, but crashing into Director Locke like this was indeed difficult to explain!

Mary thought of David demanding a huge compensation earlier and responded flatly, "I won’t, but..."

Before Mary could finish, Mia patted her chest, "That’s good, that’s good." Then realizing there was more to her sentence, she earnestly asked, "But what?"

"But Director Locke wants you to compensate him 24 million for lost income." Mary said slowly.

"What?" Mia shrieked, her body stiffened, her eyes wide with shock and panic.

Mary just shrugged and pointed to David on the bed.

Mia rushed forward in agitation, "Director Locke, you’re not serious, are you?"

She was about to break down; 24 million? She’d rather go to jail! Or if she’d known, she might as well have hit him hard... Forget it, it’s Director Locke after all, crashing him would make Mary a widow!

David felt a bit awkward facing Mia’s incredulous look, cleared his throat and said, "Don’t worry, your Mary has already agreed to cover it for you."

Mary, "..." This damn man!

Upon hearing this, Mia, who had been scared stiff moments ago, lowered her hanging heart and turned to Mary, her face filled with disbelief and indescribable gratitude. Since when did her Mary sister become so generous?

"Cough, cough... You only bumped into him because you were picking me up, so it’s natural I cover your compensation." Mary struggled to maintain a lofty stance, considering she’d had to get involved and needed to save face.

Mia was so moved that she practically pounced on Mary, "Mary, you’re the best! I’ll be willing to do anything for you!"

Mary tried to pry Mia off her, "Forget about anything; just let go of me for now!"

"No way! Mary, you’re just too good, love you to death, even want to have kids for you!" Mia clung to Mary stubbornly.

David watched the two women embracing, Mia had even nestled against Mary’s chest, his expression turned sour rapidly, and Mia’s words, what did she mean by ’love you to death, want to have kids for you,’ did this woman have a crush on Mary?

"The lost income isn’t necessary, but would you go settle the medical bill?" David spoke coldly.

Mia immediately sobered up, turned to meet David’s chilly gaze, reluctantly released Mary and said, "Mary, I’ll go pay for Director Locke right now."

Without waiting for Mary’s response, Mia dashed out of the room in a flash, wondering if it was her imagination that Director Locke’s look was kind of terrifying? Did he bear a grudge against her despite not needing her compensation?

Thinking of this, Mia shivered and decided to avoid provoking Director Locke in the future.

Once Mia left, leaving only Mary and David, the atmosphere became somewhat peculiar again.

Mary glanced at David’s unpleasant expression, "Is there any other discomfort?"

"Do you two often act like that?" David asked irrelevantly.

Mary was momentarily stunned, realizing David was asking about her and Mia. Her eye twitched, a thought arose—was this man jealous?

"Mia’s been with me since I came back to the country, being close with her is only natural, right?" Mary kept her eyes on David as she spoke.

Hearing that, David’s face turned even more displeased. Moreover, he thought about how she’d been back in the country for years without ever telling him. If not for an accidental meeting on set last time, was she planning never to see him again?

His mood worsened.

Watching David’s changing expressions, Mary’s initial speculation became more evident; he was indeed jealous of Mia. She felt amused yet irked but had no intention of explaining, "The doctor said you need to be hospitalized for a few days. What do you need? I’ll go get it for you."

"It’s up to you," David was tipsy, afraid that if he showed displeasure, Mary would just leave. So he answered glumly.

Looking at this clearly unhappy yet repressing man, Mary suddenly recalled how in their youth he was not this complicated, suspicious, or moody. It was all because of her departure later on...

Understanding this, Mary’s heart softened once again, saying softly, "Don’t overthink. We’re just friends."

"I know," David acknowledged, though he still felt sour inside.

Mary wanted to ask, "If you knew, why feel jealous," but as she faced David’s dull expression, the words stayed locked up in her throat, "Since you know, don’t let your mind wander. I’ll leave and be back soon."

"No need, I’ll have Martin bring stuff over later. You stay..." He hesitated before adding awkwardly, "Accompany me."

Mary, "..." You didn’t say it like that just now.

Though she criticized internally, Mary didn’t refuse, seating herself back at David’s bedside, reaching out to feel his forehead.

David was entirely unprepared for this move; his body tensed, eyes following Mary’s hand until she withdrew, saying, "Still feverish, let me use a towel for a cold compress."

She was about to head to the bathroom to fetch tools when David grasped her hand, confused, "What?"

"No need; just sit beside me." Perhaps it was because of the illness, David’s tone was hoarse, yet gentle, unlike his previously detestable demeanor.

Worried about him, Mary hesitated under his nearly pleading gaze, ultimately unable to refuse, and sat back down, allowing David to keep hold of her hand without any intention of letting go.

This moment of silence infused with warmth filled Mary’s previously empty heart, making no attempt to withdraw her hand, allowing him to hold it firmly.

If verbal expressions of love seemed pale, then in that moment, Mary could sense clearly that David truly loved her.

This love might have lost the innocence of youth, yet it was no less than it was back then. But the rift between them was ultimately difficult to mend...

Mary sighed silently, feeling her hand being held tighter.

Meanwhile, far in the M Kingdom, Lambert Norman hung up from Victor Johnson’s call and murmured softly, "It’s time to go back."

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