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Key: Contract Marriage: My Sweet Bossy Wife Chapter 170 It's Not You At All!
Mrs. Bailey sat in the seat. Although she was out of danger, she still didn’t look well. After all, she was just recovering from a serious illness. Sitting there upright, she looked so dignified. No wonder she was the head of the family.
During her rest, Summer was always by her side, comforting her. Sometimes Summer would tell her about the fun things that happened outside, so that she wouldn’t worry about her illness, which would be bad for her recovery.
Mrs. Bailey had been around. She could see a person's character at a glance. Summer had a good family background, but she was not proud. She was kind and pure.
"Where is the angel who saved my life? Dean Hart, I can’t wait to see her!"
Mrs. Bailey got up quickly with a look of joy on her face.
Amara had seen Mrs. Bailey several times. Although she looked kind, Amara was afraid to approach her. This was the first time she had seen her so happy and excited. Leila’s future would be promising!
"Mrs. Bailey, take it easy. You are just recovering from a serious illness. You got up so fast. It's easy to feel dizzy and uncomfortable. I let her stand outside the door, waiting to be called."
"Besides, as soon as Mr. Harris heard that you were here, he can’t wait to see you. Now, he is already on his way back home!"
Amara said.
Already on the way back home!
"Grandpa, he... Ahem, Mr. Harris came back so soon?"
When Summer heard it, she froze in place.
"You have only just started the things that he instructed you before leaving, right? If he asks you about the situation, just wait to be punished."
Amara smiled and looked at Summer, but said helplessly.
Summer thought she had plenty of time, so she was busy with other things first. She hadn’t started the task that grandfather entrusted to her yet.
"He really doesn't want to let me go for a minute. I'm not an experimental product of his medical research!"
Mrs. Bailey felt helpless.
"Don't worry. Mr. Harris has arranged everything well. In order to reassure you, this time he has invited two most authoritative medical experts. One mainly uses the scalpel, and the other is good at silver needles. The two accidentally treated a patient in Fretston many years ago, which has caused a sensation in Fretston since then. If you don’t believe me, you can go to check it."
Amara smiled and comforted.
"I don't know about others. I know the expert who is famous for scalpels. I don't know if it's the one you said. As for silver needle, don't bother. The angel who saved me is in your school. I can only trust her. If it weren't for her, I would already dead."
Mrs. Bailey said.
"I still don't know who is the attending doctor, but I brought the angel here. Let’s see her first?"
Amara didn't know what Mrs. Bailey was thinking. So she could only propose to see Leila first, and talked about other things later.
"Come on, please, I can't wait to see her. I have to thank her!"
Mrs. Bailey urged anxiously.
"Let's go in. Mrs. Bailey is waiting to see you."
When Amara went out, Leila kept waiting and did not dare to enter without permission.
Leila was very excited. It was such a good chance. Her days in the future would be very different, and the major turning point in her life would depend on Mrs. Bailey. Thinking of this, she quickly adjusted herself and showed the most brilliant smile. Then she followed Amara and stepped into the room.
When the two entered the room, those reporters rushed to the door immediately, all wanting to show the meeting at the historic moment to the people in the clearest state.
"Not bad! The angel is favored by so many people!"
Mrs. Bailey was very excited.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bailey!"
Leila entered the room and saw at a glance who was Mrs. Bailey. Then she immediately walked quickly to her, and spoke respectfully and tenderly.
Sure enough, Mrs. Bailey was just such a lady with high status and extraordinary aura.
"You... who are you?"
Mrs. Bailey looked at her with concentration, then her face was full of doubts and displeasure. Her face instantly sank.
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