Accidental love II

Why did God put all misfortune on one person?

It was miserable for him to become lame and blind! But he had been always framed as the murderer. Why did God make his world so dark?

Janice felt so upset. However, she was afraid that Marcus would worry about her, so she forced back the tears that were about to fall.

"Marcus, I have something to discuss with Vincent. Can you leave first?"

Marcus' mouth drooped. He asked in a cold voice, "What can't you two discuss in front of me?"

Janice didn't know how to answer this question. But Vincent, who had been standing by her side silently, said suddenly, "She said that she wanted to thank me. I brought her to the hospital and she wanted to give me a gift in return. Just now when we were talking about it, you came in."

"Really?" Marcus sneered back, and said with a sullen face, "Then you guys talk."

After he left, Janice moved slowly to Vincent and said in a low voice, "I want to beg you for one thing."

"Okay. Remember to give me a gift after it's done." There were other meanings obviously in his words.

She didn't want to argue with him. Then she said with a serious expression on her face, "Do me a checkup to see if my cornea matches Marcus' or not."

Vincent raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise, "What are you doing this for?"

"Don't ask so much. Just do it." There was an irresistible tone in her voice. She added, "You must keep it secret and not let anyone know."

"If I don't do it for you, what can you do to me?" He seemed very interested in teasing her today, and tried to embarrass her several times.

Janice smirked, and asked instead, "Do you think I am a tight-lipped person?"

When Vincent saw her smug look, he felt bad. Wouldn't this little girl use that matter as a bargaining chip again?

Janice looked at Vincent calmly, only to see him so hesitating. Finally, Vincent couldn't hold back after a long silence.

"Hey, can you not always use the same trick? Well, I promise you." Vincent felt so helpless.

"Since this trick works well, of course it should be used frequently." Janice covered her mouth and snickered for a few seconds. Then she paused, and said solemnly, "Thank you." Vincent shook his head, and sighed, "You two are really a couple."

After the infusion, Janice and Marcus returned to the Clinton's in the same car, while Vincent drove behind them alone.

"How is it going by discussing with Vincent?" Marcus' face was tense, which made him looking a little sharp. "Huh?" His sudden question made her a little confused.

He pulled a long face, frowned, and asked her again, "Didn't you two have something to discuss just now?"

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"Yeah, he said that he had to think about it again. There is nothing he really wants at the moment."

Janice was a little guilty when she answered. After all, she was not good at lying. However, no matter what, she couldn't let him know what she said to Vincent.

Marcus nodded lightly, and said meaningfully, "Yes, he doesn't lack money. He can buy whatever he wants."

Janice was speechless. He would definitely see her through if she continued. Then she would be so embarrassed again.

Suddenly, she had an idea. She said that the anti-inflammatory medicine had a sleeping effect, so she wanted to lean on the seat in the car to have a rest, so as not to continue discussing this topic with him. After Janice stopped talking, Marcus frowned. His dark eyes seemed to gather a black cloud.

When the car was only a dozen meters away from the Clinton's, Janice saw crowds outside. A group of people were constantly crowding forward. The reporter holding up the equipment wanted to take pictures Janice suddenly had a bad feeling. Yesterday, there was ghost matter in the Clinton's. Then the reporter came here today. It was obvious that they had other intentions.

No matter what they were going to do, it would inevitably affect Marcus.

So now, it was best to leave here as soon as possible, and then came back after the reporters left.

Janice calmed down and asked, "Marcus, there is a group of reporters around the gate now. Should we avoid them first?"

"No, just drive over." Marcus replied with a calm expression on his face.

Janice wanted to say something again to change his mind. But when she saw the calm expression on his face, she gave up the idea.

The car stopped in front of the gate. The moment when they two showed up, the reporters who were at the gate rushed up like going crazy. "Mr. Clinton, it is said that a ghost came back to seek revenge from you. Is it true?"

"Mr. Clinton, did you kill anyone?"

"Mr. Clinton, have you seen the ghost?"

The reporters' questions were endless and sharper.

The man in the wheelchair looked indifferent. He pursed his lips, frowning. He seemed to disdain to answer these questions.

Contrary to his calm attitude, Janice who stood next to him was already trembling with anger.

What shit questions were these reporters asking?"