I Married the President

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: I’ll Handle Everything

Henry Hartwell smiled. ”I’m not looking down on you. I just want to know what you’re really thinking.”

Claire Sinclair pouted and muttered under her breath, ”I just want to prove to those who look down on me that I can do anything my sister can do.”

”Is it really for your sister? And not for Young Master Quincy?”

”A little bit is for him, too.” Her voice was weak, lacking any conviction.

Henry Hartwell laughed out loud at her words. ”I told you a long time ago, you’re not a bit worse than your sister. You don’t need to prove yourself like this. We can’t make the whole world like us; we can only live with a clear conscience.”

”Teacher Hartwell, I know I’m a patient, but I think I need actual food more than chicken soup for the soul. I’m so hungry...”

”Haha... I almost forgot about that. Want an apple?”

”No, I want meat.”

”Then wait here. I’ll go get you some meat.”

With that, Henry Hartwell slowly got up and limped out of the room.

Claire Sinclair reached out, feeling along the edge of the bed until she finally found her phone. She eagerly opened WeChat.

’He sent me a message!’

Adrian Quincy: I’m here for you. Just focus on recovering.

Just eight words, but they were enough to put her mind at ease.

...

After the first three phases of the flood discharge, Garlan Town finally resurfaced. All the buildings were shrouded in a thick layer of yellow mud, and even the trees were coated in yellow.

After being submerged for so many days, all the crops had died. Some buildings, unable to withstand the force of the floodwaters, were reduced to mere foundations, their roofs and walls gone... In short, the devastation was absolute.

Although Garlan Town had resurfaced, the final phase of the flood discharge had yet to be carried out. The Garlan Dam and groundwater levels were still at capacity, making this next phase a top priority.

However, this was a later stage of the work, which could be carried out concurrently with the post-disaster reconstruction.

Adrian Quincy was not in charge of this later work. After completing the first three phases of the flood discharge mission, he rushed to Brindlemoor Hospital, eager to see his precious wife.

As he arrived at the hospital and got out of his car, he saw Claire Sinclair helping Henry Hartwell, who had a broken leg, out of the inpatient building. The two of them were laughing and chatting together.

Anyone who didn’t know them would probably assume they were an inseparable couple...

Adrian Quincy’s hands clenched into fists, and a terrifying chill emanated from him as he strode toward the pair.

Suddenly hit by an overwhelming, oppressive aura, Henry Hartwell glanced back curiously. The sight scared him so much that he instinctively pushed Claire Sinclair aside, his expression one of a thief caught red-handed.

”Eldest Young Master Quincy, what brings you here?”

Hearing his voice, Claire Sinclair turned around as well. She was finally seeing the man she had been longing for, but her heart felt surprisingly calm.

Adrian Quincy strode forward, grabbed the girl’s slender arm, and made to drag her away.

Claire Sinclair’s heart tightened. ”Mr. Quincy,” she said urgently, ”where are you taking me?”

”Home.”

”I haven’t even packed my things!”

”Someone will pack them for you.”

”...”

Claire Sinclair looked back at Henry Hartwell, her gaze falling on his broken leg. ”Teacher Hartwell, I’ll be heading back then. Goodbye!”

Henry Hartwell waved his hand, not daring to reply for fear of his life.

Once they were in the car, an icy chill immediately filled the air. The source of the temperature drop was The Great Demon King Quincy.

Claire Sinclair rubbed her arms and protested, ”Mr. Quincy, please don’t give me the cold shoulder the moment you get back. Teacher Hartwell and I are just colleagues.”