Accidental love II

Chapter 45 An Eye For An Eye

At this moment, Janice didn't seem to be peeking at a man eating, but admiring an extraordinary piece

of art.

However, this work of art was not perfect. It had "blemishes" which others couldn't accept.

Thinking of this, Janice couldn't help sighing, "Marcus, I think God is too unfair to you! You’re

handsome and good-natured, but now you can neither see nor walk." Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Marcus raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a low voice, "I'm telling you a secret. The doctor said

that my eyes can be cured. As long as I find a suitable cornea, I can do surgery. Moreover, my legs can

also get better as long as I receive long-term physical therapy and massage."

"Really?! That's great!" Janice yelled with excitement. Her black eyes were exceptionally bright.

Marcus smiled unconsciously. A complex look flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

After the excitement passed, Janice reacted. If the solution was feasible, why didn't he try it sooner?

"Then why don't you go to get the cornea?" she asked in surprise.

She always thought that his eyes were the kind of permanent blindness, but it was not at all!

Since he could see the light again by changing the cornea, wasn't it easy for the Clinton family?

"It's not that easy." He said lightly, but his face was solemn, "The difficulty is that the cornea must be

removed from the eyes of a living person. Surgery must be performed within five minutes after the

procedure, otherwise the cornea will be useless."

"OMG!" she exclaimed.

This operation was so cruel!

Because once his eyes recovered, it meant that another person had to bear the pain of blindness.

Janice pursed her lips. After a long silence, she said solemnly, "You don’t have the heart to use other

people's corneas. That's why you look like this, right?"

"Maybe my fate hasn't arrived." He said with emotion.

His words made her reconfirm that he was a kind-hearted person as she thought.

"It doesn't matter. We can wait. From now on, I will help you massage every day to get your legs better

soon!" Her eyes were persistent and firm. Her attitude was unusually sincere.

Marcus squinted his eyes, with a slight smile on the corners of his lips. Then he responded softly,

"Thank you, Mrs. Clinton."

What he said was like a feather scratching on her heart. Janice was blushed suddenly. She lowered

her head and stopped looking at him.

When the two returned home, the night was dark and the sky was like a washed blue-black coarse

cloth.

Janice felt so exhausted. As soon as she entered the room, she collapsed directly on the bed. She

didn't even have time to take off her clothes, and soon fell asleep.

The next day, early morning.

When Marcus woke up, he heard her light and shallow breathing lingering in his ears regularly.

She must have been exhausted last night, or she wouldn't sleep so deeply.

He got up from the bed gently, trying not to affect the sleeping person beside him. Then he turned the

wheelchair with both hands and left the bedroom.

"Mrs. Clinton, do we need to wake Mrs. Clinton to get up and eat?" Seeing him coming out of the room,

the servant hurriedly stepped forward to ask for instructions.

"Don't disturb her. Just let her rest." He deliberately lowered his voice for fear of waking the woman in

the room.

When Janice woke up, it was late. The bright sunlight dyed the bedroom a golden yellow. The dazzling

sunlight poured into her eyes. She quickly raised her hand to block the light.

She stretched herself, staring at the ceiling, wondering what to do during the day.

Oops!

She was busy with working yesterday and forgot to ask for leave. She was about to go abroad, but she

hadn't asked for the leave yet.

She turned over and got out of bed quickly. Then she walked downstairs quickly after freshening up.

Seeing her appear, the servant immediately brought breakfast to the table.

While she was devouring breakfast, a man she least wanted to see went downstairs with a yawn.

"Mr. Clinton, what do you need for the breakfast?" The servant walked straight to Kyle with a very

respectful attitude.

Kyle squinted at the woman sitting at the dining table, and said, "No need. Go ahead with your own

business."

The servant nodded slightly, turned and left the dining room.

Kyle pulled away the chair opposite Janice, sat down carelessly, squinted his eyes and stared at her

opposite, with a frivolous and wicked look.

"Janice, not bad! I heard that you asked my brother to buy you a lot of bags. I thought you were

different. It turns that you’re still just like those women who are greedy for money."

The man's cynicism made Janice feel angry. Her beautiful eyes were stained with anger.

Although this shameless person looked not bad, he was so impolite when he spoke. She had to teach

him a lesson and let him know that she was not easy to provoke.

"Kyle, I am your sister-in-law. Even if you don't respect me, please respect your brother." Her tone rose

sharply. She glared at him angrily.