A Crazy Wife

Chapter 43 The Hidden Bomb

Downstairs Chester is having dinner alone.

Lily comes downstairs right away. She has always been very attentive to her eldest son, but Chester to

her is always quite cold. Today is no exception.

"Young Master, would you like to add another bowl of ravioli?"

"No need."

Chester sets aside his spoon, wipes his mouth slowly, and slowly raises his head, looking towards the

direction of the second-floor bedroom.

Hannah's eyes tighten and she shrinks back, hiding her entire body behind the door frame.

She has always felt as if Chester knew everything, and that no matter what happens, he is always calm

and composed, as if he could see from God's perspective, watching them like outsiders watching a

play.

"When I came back today, I heard that Grandpa had suddenly fainted, so Mom sent for Dr Mosby to

come and see him, only to find that it was the same old illness. Are you sure he doesn't want to go to

the hospital for proper treatment?"

After nightfall, Hannah and Chester lean side by side on the bs with a proper distance between them,

and when she thinks that she might have been seen by Chester talking to Michael, she doesn’t know

what to say, so she asks him about the senior master.

Chester, still holding his military book, doesn't even distract his attention, "Grandpa knows about his

own body."

After saying that, he turns a page, very concentrated as if he did not hear the two words 'Dr Mosby'.

Hannah is flipping through fashion magazines, but out of the corner of her eye, she keeps paying

attention to Chester's face.

"Has our family doctor always been Dr Mosby? I feel like Dr Mosby is a little too young, don't you think

maybe an older one would be better to care for Grandpa."

"The Mosby family has been military doctors for three generations and is friends with our family."

The senior master believes in the Mosby family, and it was Michael's father who came to see him in the

early years, and then after Michael's father is reassigned in the army, he replaced him and came over

some years ago.

"Oh, that's fine."

Hannah nods. She isn't trying to replace Michael, but rather she is using the opportunity to imply to

Chester that she has nothing to do with him.

“What can I have to do with him If I offer to replace him?” She thinks.

There comes the sound of Chester’s closing his book.

"Are you going to sleep?" Hannah asks, then closes the magazines in her hand and throws them on

the pillow, bending over to turn down the bedside reading lamp.

After two "pop" the room falls into darkness, leaving only the rustling of the blankets.

Hannah quickly closes her eyes in satisfaction after getting under the blankets. What she does not

notice is that Chester is still leaning on the pillow cushion, looking at her with a downward angle. His

plain, cold eyes are filled with doubts.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Perhaps it is because she feels her face burning from being stars at,

Hannah suddenly opens her eyes, only to see Chester still sitting so unmoving.

In the darkness, from above comes the ghostly, faint voice of Chester.

"Rainy likes Michael, and the two families are close, so if Michael agrees, this marriage is a sure-fire."

"Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"

"I remember you used to be pretty close to Michael."

Upon hearing this, Hannah understands most of it.

"You're misremembering," she yawns, "I don't know him well at all. Don't bother if you want me to test

things out for your sister, in case other people think I fancy him.”

The house is quiet for a while after that before she hears the sound of Chester lying down.

Hannah let out a sigh of relief.

Michael is a hidden bomb. She hopes that he knows what to do, otherwise he may be blown up at her

like a bomb. It is better not to touch him later.

—

The next day, before going to work, Hannah packs some breakfast and delivers it to the hotel where

Vanessa is staying. The hotel room is unbelievably clean, and Vanessa even keeps his original habit of

folding the blanket like a block of tofu and placing it on the bed.

"You can't get out of that habit, can you, why are you still folding blankets when you're staying in a

hotel?"

Hannah leaves her breakfast on the table. The blanket on the bed reminds her of the time she spent in

jail without seeing the light of day. Although she didn't stay there very long, it was enough for her to

suffer.

Vanessa, however, doesn't reply She just looks at the breakfast on the table.

"you don’t have to do this. The hotel serves breakfast."

"I know, but it probably won't taste any good, I can just stop by to bring you one. From now on I’ll try to

deliver some good food for you, depending on my schedule."

Hannah takes a card out of her wallet and puts it on the table, "The password of this card is your

birthday, and there is half a million in it. Take it."

"I don’t need it."

"It’s not for you. You won’t need this much on food. This is to ask you to do me a favour, I want to open

a jewellery store with original designs. I need you to help me find a shop. You can just look around for

the next two days to see from the customer's perspective where there are sublets that are

commercially significant."

Vanessa nods briskly.

Hannah plans to create her original design brand, and currently, she has two plans: one is to get a

design studio, and the other is to find a good place for a physical store for future jewellery sales.

Although Vanessa doesn't know anything about jewellery, she is a very meticulous person, so Hannah

rests assured to leave this matter to her.

Seeing it’s getting late, Hannah rushes to the company to check in. Vanessa lives not far from the

Shahbaz Group, about ten minutes’ walk away.

"Morning."

The opposite colleague, Sebastian, arrives early in the morning and gave her a very enthusiastic tilt of

the head as a greeting.

"Morning." Hannah looks around and found that the office is less crowded, so she wonders, "Why are

so many people absent? what's the matter?"

Sebastian replies, "They were caught up with the recruitment season. It is time for interviews, Heather,

Rose's assistant, with a few other design assistants, is busy interviewing now."

Hannah nods. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

The taboo in this line of work is to stick to the convention. Absorbing fresh ideas is one of the important

factors to support this industry, so recruitment never stops, especially in every spring and autumn.

Thinking of this, Hannah takes her design out of her bag, and after going through it carefully, she

carries it to Rose's design director's office.