Chapter 60 Rest Assured


    As instructed by the nurse on duty, Mia rushed to the CT room and asked Mrs. Cavendish and the


    butler Mr. Smith: “Mum! How is Jack doing?”


    Swollen eyed from crying, Mrs. Cavendish held Mia’s hands: “He broke his leg and injured soft tissues.


    We are still waiting for the CT scan result of head trauma.”


    With tears pooled in her eyes, Mia said: “Mum, don’t worry. These are small injuries that will heal soon.


    Jack will be fine.”


    Mrs. Cavendish wiped her eyes: “What if something is wrong with his brain? He is the only male heir to


    inherit the family estate! So bad for Jack to run to the ident right after your dad’s business trip to


    Australia. What can I say to your dad?”


    “What on earth happened to Jack?”


    “On his way driving to buy the tickets of an exhibition, a tramp emerged from nowhere. He ran into the


    wall to shun the man.” Her tears started to fall again: “What a silly boy! We can totally afford the


    Holding back her tears, Miaforted her mum: “Take it easy, Mummy. Jack is a good boy. God will


    show mercy to him.”


    Mr. Smith said: “Yes, madam! Mr. Cavendish is a good man since he was young. God will bless him!”


    Just then, the door of CT room opened. Jack was lying on bed, leg in a ster cast, pale in face.


    People flocked in.


    “Sir, how is my son doing?” Mrs. Cavendish asked the doctor in concern.


    “The report will be prepared in half an hour. Please wait for the results in the rest room.” Doctors at


    private hospitals were always attentive.


    “Jack, how are you feeling?” Mia felt bad to see the wounds on his face and head.


    Jack grinned: “Mia, I am okay. Just a broken bone. Three monthster I will be as right as rain.” Then,


    he turned to the housekeeper: “Mr. Smith. Have you got the tickets of the painting exhibition?”


    What a child! Mia wished she could teach him a good lesson but for his injuries: “Mind your wound!


    Painting is never your thing. What makes you interested in painting exhibitions anyway?”


    Jack flushed: “Just want to have a look…”


    That was odd! Mia nced his face up and down: “Come on, Jack, be honest! What the matter with


    you?”


    Mr. Smith smiled: “Yesterday, Mr. Cavendish asked my son to pick gifts for a girl.”


    Gifts for a girl? Mia smiled: “Finally, our little Jacky has grown up! Who is she? Invite her to visit our


    family.”


    Jack abashed: “Mia! Not yet! Just a secret crush. I don’t know how she feels about me.”


    Mrs. Cavendish chuckled: “The Cavendish’s man never worries for love. Let me help you!”


    “Don’t bother, mummy!” Jack knew his mother well. “Save your efforts. I will nail it myself.”


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Mrs. Cavendish fondled him on the head: “Jack, you know our rules: Date whoever you like and never


    ever marry any show girl or pop star.”


    Jack grinned broadly: “Rest assured, mum. She must be one hundred percent a good girl from a


    decent family.”


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