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

Rosalind White had lived for over twenty years, but never had she felt such fear!

She opened her mouth in panic, but her throat burned as if it were on fire...

Her vocal cords were hoarse, even uttering a word or two was difficult!

No, her voice, which she had always been proud of, as melodious as a yellow warbler emerging from a valley, how did it become like this?!

...

Adrian Law truly destroyed her voice over a cat; what a terrifying method!

For a girl, it was too cruel!

Rosalind trembled in shock, shivering, her pale face gazing at Adrian with tears streaming down her face.

Adrian, don’t you have a heart?

I am your benefactor, just a weak woman, how could you poison my throat—

Rosalind mouthed her silent accusation, knowing Adrian, who had learned lip reading, would understand her perfectly.

Tears poured down as Rosalind sat on the cold marble floor of the hospital, like a withered lotus drained of water, drifting alone on the surface.

Adrian looked down at Rosalind, his eyes deep and piercing as a panther’s in the night.

”Rosalind White, these words, perhaps you should ask yourself instead.”

”How could you be so cruel to a helpless kitten.”

Hearing this, Rosalind’s shoulders shook violently, and she cried uncontrollably, her face drenched in tears.

The man’s heart was indeed so cold towards her. No matter how important a cat was, how could it compare to a living person?

Besides, she had saved his life at her own risk!

...

The woman’s fragile cries were pitiful, but Adrian only furrowed his brow with slight disdain, his eyes showing no sympathy for Rosalind.

He coldly eyed Rosalind’s snow-pale face.

”I’m warning you, you’d better behave, or poisoning your voice will be just the beginning.”

”Wyatt, keep an eye on her.”

With that cold instruction, Adrian briskly turned and left for the ward’s door.

”Yes, young master.”

Wyatt Law nodded respectfully, casting a cold glance at the now utterly broken Rosalind.

”Miss White, during this period, please stay put in the hospital to heal. There’s no need for me to say more, is there?”

Under the eaves, one has to bow.

Rosalind could only nod, unable to speak and only able to cry, soon becoming a figure drenched in tears.

After exhausting herself from crying, Rosalind, eyes brimming with tears, stared vacantly at the tightly closed ward door.

Adrian had left...

To keep others from noticing her on-the-edge-of-collapse emotions, Rosalind kept her head down, suppressing the darkness in her eyes.

And Wyatt, casually looking back, saw Rosalind sitting on the bed’s edge, looking lost and dejected.

Wyatt felt deeply moved.

He had been with the young master since childhood and was well aware of Rosalind’s feelings for Adrian. If only Rosalind had let go earlier and avoided doing those filthy things, how would she have ended up in this situation with the young master?

A few days ago, Wyatt spent a rainy winter night with Cecilia Vaughn and Adrian Law searching for a cat, so now he felt not the least bit sympathetic towards Rosalind.

...

Rosalind felt Wyatt’s gaze upon her and hugged the duvet tightly, her fingers gripping with resentment.

—Today’s event, Adrian must have drugged me for that shameless woman, Cecilia!

How much influence had that vixen had over Adrian?

Rosalind was convinced Adrian had been bewitched by Cecilia, leading him to act against her!

How could she endure this?

One day, she would personally cut off Cecilia’s tongue to redeem today’s humiliation!

Thinking of this lessened her negative emotions a bit.

She gingerly touched her throat, wondering how long this mute drug would last.

An hour, a day, or a month, half a year?

Even permanently?

No, she couldn’t sit and wait for death; Rosalind clenched her fingertips tightly. She had to let the Law Family know about her poisoned voice, even if her grandmother couldn’t stand her, she would stand up for her.

Especially since if her grandmother wasn’t willing, there was still Frank Law! The current Head of the Law Family!

The most important thing was finding someone who could help her!

After much thought, Rosalind finally decided to risk contacting Fiona Vaughn once more...

...

At that moment, as Rosalind fretted over the drug’s effect, the one who had administered it, Adrian Law, also wasn’t sure, after all, expertise has its specializations.

Adrian descended the stairs and saw a young man lounging against the deep blue Aston Martin.

His friend, Zion Prescott.

After all, this was Stellerton Naturopathic Hospital, not Prescott Hospital; Zion Prescott wasn’t wearing a lab coat but rather an efficient elite outfit.

In a suit, his white shirt’s collar buttoned to the top, his light eyes beneath gold-rimmed glasses bore a nonchalant iciness.

Others said the future Head of the Prescott Family was affable and approachable, a rare and outstanding healer, but at this moment, Adrian felt like he saw Zion Prescott, the man who fought alongside him in the tropical rainforest, mercilessly.

Beneath his refined and gentle exterior was a bone-chilling cold blood, leaving nothing to take to heart.

”Zion, you’re still here?”

Adrian thought Zion would have left after delivering the specially made mute drug.

”Hey, big brother,” Zion nodded slightly to the man: ”I just wanted to see who you gave that drug to.”

Zion gestured toward the hospital building Adrian had just exited.

”If I’m not wrong, that drug was to vent for your wife? The person in that ward is Miss White?”

Adrian was slightly taken aback.

”Zion, I thought you didn’t care about these things.”

Zion raised his eyebrows with a smile, his smile melting the previous deep coldness.

”I just suddenly realized, big brother, you’re serious. I thought you and I were both the types never to marry.”

”Big brother, weren’t you always searching... have you truly let go of the past? Are you serious about your wife?”

Adrian gazed into the boundless sunset, his eyes serene, as he slowly patted Zion’s shoulder.

”Zion, actually, this life is quite nice. I need to go pick up Cecilia from school now. Thanks for the drug.”

Is it?

Zion hesitated, revealing a wistful smile.

Seeing Adrian about to leave, a thought struck him, and he hurriedly caught up.

”Big brother, by the way, Dr. John from Vesperia has come up with a method to develop artificial cat tongues!”