Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 2203

Although Mavis knew Nathaniel had not actually injured his leg in the accident, his expression seemed quite convincing, as if he was in genuine pain. She wondered if she was too rough on him during the foot massage she had given him a few days ago.

With this in mind, Mavis suggested, "Maybe we should go to the hospital this afternoon for a check-up."

Dylan chimed in, clearly annoyed, "Mae, why do you care about him? If he's really in pain, he deserves it."

Unexpectedly, Evan agreed with Mavis's suggestion and said, "We should definitely get it checked out to be sure. We have nothing planned for the afternoon anyway, so let's all go together. Dylan and I can help with Nathaniel's wheelchair."

Upon hearing this, Dylan shot Evan a glare, but Evan responded with a subtle smile and a meaningful look.

As their eyes met, it seemed they were communicating silently, and Dylan quickly settled down.

Though Nathaniel noticed the odd exchange between the two, he remained quiet and continued eating.

Only Mavis remained oblivious, and she said, "Alright, it's settled then. We'll head to the hospital after lunch."

At the mention of going to the hospital, Nathaniel's face turned serious. He lowered his gaze, deep in thought. After a moment, he took out his phone from his pocket, planning to text Troy.

However, Dylan snatched it away, clicking his tongue.

"What are you up to? Are you planning to give Troy a heads-up? Are you that scared of us going to the hospital with you? Are you hiding something about your leg?"

Once again, Evan surprised everyone by defending Nathaniel.

"What are you saying? He's one of the most important and wealthiest people in Froania. What could he possibly be afraid of? He wouldn't stoop to such petty behavior."

While these words seemed to support Nathaniel, they also had a sarcastic undertone, as if mocking him.

Nathaniel caught on, and his frown deepened.

The more he thought about it, the more pleased he felt, and even his appetite had improved.

The meal became a silent battlefield between the three men, with only Mavis eating contentedly.

After the meal, Evan volunteered to help Mavis with the dishes. The two of them worked together in the kitchen, moving naturally.

Dylan sneered, not missing a chance to jab at Nathaniel.

"Look how hardworking Evan is. If Mae had married him, she'd be so much happier. Unlike you, who only brings Mae trouble, makes her sad, and even resorts to domestic violence!"

Nathaniel's face darkened as he stared at the kitchen door.

"There was no domestic violence," he said in a chilly tone.