CHAPTER 46: HIS INDULGENCE AND DOTING

Hilla accompanied Halle in the apartment and sorted out the dyeing materials left by Holt Corporation for a whole day. As a century-old enterprise, the whole family had enough experience for the sisters to start a factory.

"I want to open an online store after the factory starts working and sell the fabric produced by our factory as well as the clothes cut by ourselves."

Halle looked at the thick paper in front of her. These things were cumbersome and tiring, but for her now, they were the source of motivation for everyday life.

She really needed this job that she could devote herself to. In the five years she lived in the Tyson’s, she took off all her light for Titus.

Listening to Titus’s mother, she became a good wife in line with the Tyson family’s rules.

Spring and Titus didn’t want her to show up in the company, so she was willing to give up her hard-earned Ph.D. in management and her father’s Holt Corporation to be what they thought of as a wife.

For a long time, she was paralyzed by this thought and forgot that the princess who lost her crown was no longer a princess, and the woman who lost her ego was no longer charming.

Titus was so used to seeing her at home that he had long forgotten that she was once a shining pearl.

"Halle, what do you think about making clothes? If we just make silk, there will be too much pressure on the factory."

The raw materials and production of silk were extremely complicated and exquisite. In fact, in the beginning, they could produce some fabrics with relatively low raw materials that were easy to sell.

Silk was a hindrance to their sales at the beginning. Halle looked at Hilla in surprise and wondered, "Why do you want to make silk?"

She thought Hilla would be very conservative and careful, and it would be more stable to make the ordinary cloth or hemp cloth.

"Silk is hard to make, but it is comfortable and light. Silk is the most beautiful and elegant, and now this kind of clothes are becoming more and more popular. With my own design and your management, I am sure we can make great products."

They would do it better than anyone!

"And we do not need mass production in the early stage. Silk and clothing production is too complicated and we do not have any market. If we make the lowest end of the fabric, what we can compete with others is the low prices."

Once their products became cheap, they would be trapped in the low-end market, and it could be difficult to move up to the high-end.

Halle was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Although I learned management, I am not as good as you. No wonder dad wanted you to take over the company when he was alive."

She always thought that good management and mechanism should be used to make the enterprise bigger and stronger. However, she forgot that what the enterprise needed most were not only excellent managers, but also inheritance!

She couldn’t inherit the Holt Corporation, but Hilla could.

"We will make silk, and we will sell it for ourselves."

As a factory without any contacts or sales outlets, Halle could anticipate how difficult it would be to develop in the early stage.

However, she had forgotten that Hilla was the best designer. The Holt family could have self-produced and sell before, and now it was the same!

After Halle finished speaking, she ran into the bathroom with a frown. Hilla was still thinking about the next plant. Seeing that Halle was uncomfortable, she hurried after her.

"Halle, you are ill."

"I was too busy these days and didn’t eat on time."

After vomiting in the bathroom, Halle came out weakly, smiled reluctantly at Hilla and said, "Don’t worry about me, I’m just too tired and haven’t rested well."

Hilla helped her to the bed and said hurriedly, "Halle, what do you want to eat? I’ll cook for you."

"Have you ever cooked? No need. Just order me some food."

Although she didn’t have much appetite, Halle still forced herself to drink the entire bowl of porridge to reassure Hilla.

Before leaving, Hilla was still not at ease. "Halle, I think you’d better go to the hospital. You don’t look well."

"I’m fine. I just didn’t have a good rest and wanted to sleep."

Halle thought of something and turned around to take out a prescription under the pillow.

"It was given by mother. Titus was injured at that time, so mother asked someone to give me a prescription. It is a tonic formula, and you can ask Bruce to use it. It should be useful."

She begged her mother for it when Titus hurt his arm in a car accident. She had worked so hard to take care of him, making the Tyson family her own matter and Titus all her life.

In the end, she had no chance at all. Titus had an affair and rarely came back. They had been strangers for so many years that she had even thought that one day Titus might get tired and come back if she kept waiting.

She was too naïve. How could a flying bird willingly return to the cage?

"I know, Halle. If you’re not feeling well, remember to call me. I can come over immediately."

Hilla’s concern was warm to Halle, and they only could trust each other at this moment.

"You’re too nervous. I just didn’t sleep well, and it’s very close to the hospital. I’m afraid I’ll be all right when you come back from the Anderson’s."

"I’ll stay with you tonight."

Hilla said nervously. She only had one sister in this world, and she didn’t want Halle to be in trouble again.

Halle didn’t want to keep her. She shook her head and said, "If you are there, I’m afraid I just want to talk to you, and I can’t have a good rest."

"I can be quiet."

"Alright, stop messing around. Hurry up and go back. You are still Mrs. Anderson, and you have taken so much money from the Anderson family to give me. If I kidnap you, the Anderson family will really think we are cheating on marriage."

In Halle’s opinion, the marriage went on well, and despite Hilla’s claims, she and Bruce were truly married.

If Hilla had not married into the Anderson family under such circumstances, Halle really hoped that her sister could live such a simple and worry-free life.

Halle was asleep when Hilla left. When Hilla hurried back to the Anderson’s in the dark, the light on the second floor was still soft and bright.

Hilla blinked at the familiar window. She could still feel figures moving through the half-transparent gauze curtain.

Anderson’s house was so familiar, and Bruce was waiting for her to return. Hilla had been thinking, "Am I really only grateful to Bruce?

"If there was no love, why did the thought of me leaving the Anderson family and divorcing Bruce make my heart ache so much that I wanted to cry?"

...

"You made it?"

Bruce looked at the bowl that Hilla brought over, which looked bad and smelled unpleasant, and he felt unwell.

Seeing Hilla nod his head, he quickly refused, "I won’t drink it!"

Without drinking it, he knew that its taste was not good. Besides, he was afraid of being poisoned after drinking such a strange thing.

Seeing Bruce refuse, Hilla said anxiously, "This is really good medicine. I visited a famous doctor who examined the prescription. It is suitable for you."

Although she was not very good at cooking and what she made was indeed strange, but at least she made this medicine.

If Bruce didn’t drink it, he would let her down. Hilla quickly brought the bowl to him and said, "It just doesn’t taste good, but I promise you won’t die from drinking it."

Bruce was stunned. It was better not to promise.

He rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "What is it?"

"Aren’t your legs weak? I’ve asked before. This medicine can restore your strength. If you drink it often, it will be good for your health. You just need to drink the medicine, and then your legs will be recovered."

Hilla felt that her patience had been spent on Bruce, as if she was coaxing a kid.

Seeing that Bruce doubt her, Hilla felt very aggrieved. "Since you cannot walk after lying on the bed for half a year, I’m doing this for the sake of your health. Also, do you know how troublesome it is to prepare the medicine? I’ve never taken care of someone like this in my entire life, let alone have cooked medicine for a few hours. However, you don’t even appreciate it."

As she spoke, her tears wet her eyelashes. She sniffled in grievance and clenched her fists tightly.

Bruce looked for her eyes and immediately saw a long red mark on her index finger.

Her white skin was red, and there was a blister on her knuckle.

"You got burned due to the medicine?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow, his gaze landing on her aggrieved little face.

"I accidentally got splashed by the soup. Mom applied medicine to my wound."

After saying that, she showed her hand closer to Bruce, so that he could have a careful look at the wound on her hand. She pursed her red lips and said in a hoarse voice, "I’m hurt, but someone is still not grateful."

Her words indicated as if he was unwise.

Bruce was speechless. He was so angry and sorry that he couldn’t speak. He just

pulled her hand over to take a closer look. He saw that she was in so much pain that she was crying. He snapped, "There are so many servants at home, who are more agile than you. Can you stop looking for trouble?"

"How can this be called asking for trouble? I should take care of my own husband. How can a servant do it well?"

She did it herself?

Looking at the medicinal soup, he could tell that the pot didn’t boil dry!

"You have to pick a needle to break the blister. Otherwise, you will only feel painful."

Bruce had no choice but to reach out and take out the medicine box from under the bedside cabinet.

Hearing that he would use a needle, Hilla’s face changed immediately. She shook her head hurriedly and said, "No need, no need. I’ve already applied the medicine to it. It will be fine in two days."

"It won’t be good in three days if you do not do anything."

Bruce had long legs and arms. When he saw that Hilla was about to run, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the bedside, asking her to sit down obediently.

"Don’t move. I’ll deal with the blister. It doesn’t hurt at all."

Bruce seemed to notice her worry. He looked up, raised the corners of his mouth with an unknown smile, "Are you afraid of needles?"

"Who is afraid of needles? I am just afraid that you will hurt me. You look clumsy. No one knew that you could take care of people."

Hilla looked at him scornfully. Others would think that after Bruce lied in bed for half a year, he was not only unable to move, but also crippled.

Bruce didn’t want to expose her real thought. He just smiled and teased, "When you practiced on my body with the special equipment, I saw that you were in a good mood and did not feel sorry for me at all."

"Come on! I practiced on your body, not mine. Of course, I don’t know the pain."

Having said that, Hilla realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly added, "I learned the special treatment. You are questioning my learning ability."

He was not questioning her learning ability, but he was questioning whether she felt happy to torture him.

His hands didn’t stop moving. Bruce skillfully sterilized the needle. He raised his head to look at Hilla and said to her, "Your classmate sent you a message just now. She seemed to have said something."

"What’s the matter?"

"Oh, it’s nothing. Your classmate just asked whether we made love after our marriage."

"What!"

Hilla subconsciously raised her voice. Before she knew what was going on, the sharp tip of the needle pierced the blister and quickly retreated. Bruce took a cotton swab and cleaned up the liquid inside. Then he disinfected her and carefully applied medicine.

While Hilla was still panicking over the matter of their sexual life, Bruce had already finished his movements.

He looked at her bandaged fingers and then looked at the bowl beside him.

He picked it up and said lightly, "In the future, don’t do this kind of thing by yourself. You just need to ask the servants to boil."

"How can that be? The servants are not as careful as I am."

"The servants make it better than you."

"Alright then. Next time, I’ll get the servants to cook."

Hilla replied casually as she flipped through the phone.

Why didn’t she see Lily ask Bruce if they had sex after searching through the chat records for a long time?

She couldn’t find anything. Where did Bruce see it?

When she looked up at Bruce, her eyes had already widened in shock. She then looked at the empty bowl on the table and said happily, "Bruce, you drank it!"

Since she burned herself to this extent, could he not drink it?

Holding back the disgust in his mouth and the urge to vomit, Bruce closed his eyes tiredly, "Go and prepare for me a basin of bathwater. The smell of the medicine is too strong."

He was afraid that Hilla would see him vomit if he couldn’t help.

She had worked so hard to make it for him. If he spat it out, she would probably be angry again.

"Oh, okay!"

Hilla put down the phone and took out a box of Hershey’s Kisses that she had prepared in her bag. "Here, it will be more comfortable to eat this. Horton gave it to me."

If she didn’t say the last sentence, he would think she was flirting with him.

As a result, Hilla seemed to feel nothing weird about the chocolate, as if it was a chewing gum that could make a fresh breath.

She was too young, so Bruce took the chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth, watching Hilla happily go and prepare the bathwater.

Half an hour later...

Bruce was dumbfounded in the hot bath.

If the chocolate was something Hilla didn’t understand, then the miraculous effect of this medicine in his body was definitely an accident!