Mr. Law's Official Announcement: He is a Wife-Doting Fanatic!

Rosalind White’s smile was brimming with concern.

”Adrian, I spent a long time making this especially for you, would you like to try it?”

Though it was only about ten minutes, Adrian Law noticed that she had deliberately changed her clothes.

On a cold winter night, Rosalind was wearing a silk robe.

Seeing Adrian Law look her up and down, Rosalind’s heart was pounding like a frightened deer.

Just as she lowered her head, feeling overwhelmed by the man’s direct gaze, she suddenly saw him step forward.

His nearly six-foot-two frame trapped her between the door and the wall.

”A... Adrian...”

Now, Rosalind’s heart beat even faster, she looked up with glistening eyes, feeling unbearably dry in the throat.

She had changed clothes specifically to come to Adrian, and even, wore nothing under her silk robe.

If only Adrian could take two steps closer, she wouldn’t mind letting him see clearly.

...

Seeing Rosalind’s heart race with excitement, Adrian’s lips curled into a mocking smile, yet he didn’t step forward as she wished, instead, he paused.

Feeling a bit disappointed, Rosalind bit her lip, the ginger tea in her hand still steaming.

”Adrian, why aren’t you speaking?”

The man’s stern features, illuminated by the corridor lights, exuded an intimidating aura.

”What do you want to hear me say?”

Hearing Adrian’s tone lacking any warmth, Rosalind panicked inside. This wasn’t going as she had anticipated.

She anxiously stood on tiptoe, her watery eyes glistening with tears.

”Adrian, I... do you find the ginger tea I made unpalatable? I can make something else. Rosalind really just wants you to be healthy. As long as you’re safe, I’ll give up anything.”

Rosalind bit her lip, even bringing up an old incident from years ago.

”You know, back then in the sea of fire, I had the courage to carry you out. For you, I’d risk everything...”

”Adrian, are you mad because I didn’t go with you to find Mimi? It scratched my arm. I... I admit I don’t really like that cat, but do I have to be like your sister-in-law to show you my sincerity...”

Before Rosalind could finish, Adrian abruptly interrupted her.

”Mimi’s tongue is gone.”

It was a cold, factual statement, with barely any emotion.

Rosalind’s heart skipped a beat, and just then, a cold wind blew in through the window. For a moment, she almost felt as if her hands were stained with blood.

Frightened, she quickly checked her hands to find them clean, and only then, she shrank back against the wall like she had been startled.

”How could this happen? Could it be because Mimi is too unruly? So someone cut off its tongue...”

Rosalind furrowed her brows, covering her mouth in shock.

”That’s right... Mimi scratched me just after arriving today. I heard from my sister-in-law that Mimi once bit you as well. Perhaps when it was outside The Law Residence, it offended some wealthy heir and was cruelly... cruelly...”

By now, Rosalind was sobbing uncontrollably, her tears falling like a broken string of pearls.

”Poor little creature... how could someone be so cruel...”

Rosalind’s eyes sparkled, her heart raced not with emotions of a young girl, but rather, an inexplicable fear.

Suddenly, she felt overshadowed by a looming presence.

Trembling, Rosalind looked up to meet a pair of cold, aloof eyes.

”Have you ever felt what it’s like to have no tongue, unable to speak a word?”

”Someone cut off your tongue, left you in the deep mountains, surrounded by thorns scratching your skin, and you’re bleeding while it’s raining down... wouldn’t you feel cold, pained?”

The man’s voice was like water from an ancient well, calm and serene. His words were like a scene out of a story, seemingly unrelated yet leaving Rosalind feeling a chilling terror.

”Adrian... what do you mean... don’t scare Rosalind, please, Rosalind has a weak heart...”

Rosalind took a deep breath awkwardly, unable to bear the eerie atmosphere. She quickly put down the ginger tea.

”This is the ginger tea I made painstakingly, Adrian, don’t waste it.”

As soon as she said this, Rosalind hurried away in panic, as if she’d seen a ghost.

Adrian Law watched her back with a cold expression, a complicated look surfacing on his noble and elegant face.

Once she stumbled away out of sight, Adrian finally turned his gaze to the ginger tea.

The broth was clear, with steam swirling up, supposedly the best thing for someone chilled.

But Adrian had no intention of drinking it. He picked up the porcelain bowl of ginger tea and hurled it out the window.

Crash.

The bowl shattered, the liquid mixed with the winter night’s rain and seeped into the soil, disappearing.

...

The next day, Mimi was transferred to The Prescott Hospital’s pet clinic.

Mimi had been resuscitated all night at The Law Residence. The bleeding had stopped, and the external wounds would soon heal.

Only the severed tongue...

The internationally renowned veterinarian that Zion Prescott had found sighed heavily.

”Miss Vaughn, we’ve been unable to find the severed tongue, and after soaking in the rain all night, the optimal treatment window has passed.”

”Mimi’s tongue is unlikely to recover, and facing difficulty in vocalizing could affect it for the rest of its life. However, aside from this, there’s no major problem, which is a small comfort amidst the misfortune.”

Hearing the doctor’s words, Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes reflected deep sorrow.

She glanced at Mimi, lying despondently in the ward, appearing fearful even before familiar faces.

”Doctor, does Mimi have depression? It seems afraid of strangers and is even distant from me now...”

Just then, Zion Prescott walked into the ward, answering Cecilia’s questions in place of the vet.

”Pets, like people, need careful care and rehabilitation for mental trauma.”

Adrian Law stood beside Cecilia Vaughn, looking at Zion Prescott.

”Zion, could you develop an artificial tongue for Mimi?”

Zion Prescott seemed taken aback, remembering Adrian’s past indifference to pets, making his current concern quite surprising.

”Brother... for patients, there’s precedent. But for a cat... there really isn’t. However, we could try.”

Could there still be hope to graft a new tongue?

Cecilia Vaughn looked up eagerly.

”Really? Dr. Prescott, does Mimi have a chance?”

”I can’t guarantee the results, but we should try.”

Zion, seeing Cecilia’s eagerness, was moved and glanced at her.

When he noticed the Red Jade Bracelet on Cecilia’s left hand, a grave look crossed his handsome, gentle face.

”Sister-in-law, may I borrow your bracelet for a look...”