Doted by My Seven Brothers

Chapter 290 Mr. Smith Is in Trouble

Chapter 290 Mr. Smith Is in Trouble

Mr. Smith was so pissed off that he hurriedly sent someone to find out what was going on. Then he called his son to tell him to get back.

Although his wife did not know why Mr. Smith was so angry, she still pleaded for her son.

"What are you doing? He's still a kid. Just let him correct the mistakes if he did something wrong. Why are you so angry with him..."

Before she finished her words, Mr. Smith slapped her in the face and said, "He is a kid? He's 30 years old. Do you know what he did? I have worked so hard to get the project with Mr. Brook, and he just screwed it! If it weren't for your ignorance, I wouldn't have let him take charge of the project. I gave him the chance, and look what he has repaid me!"

The woman covered her face and shouted, "You hit me!"

At this time, Mr. Smith's phone rang again. The people he sent to investigate the matter called to tell him what happened. The Brook Group didn't hide anything, so they easily knew the whole story.

Knowing what had happened, Mr. Smith flared up.

"Archie Smith, are you crazy? How dare you hit me!"

The woman was so angry that she wanted to fight back.

Archie pointed at his wife tremblingly and said, "I lost hundreds of millions of dollars in the projects. I could have established cooperation with the Brook family. But now, everything is ruined by your son! I not only want to beat you, but I also want to tear you to pieces. Tell me exactly how he got those excellent academic results and diplomas!"

The more Archie thought about it, the more he felt it was suspected. He had seen his son's grades since the latter went to school. But how could his son be so stupid when he got such great academic performances? He acted like a street punk.

Even Archie, who graduated from junior high school, knew what to mess with and what not to mess with. How could his son be so cocky?

It was just 80 million dollars. The Brook family was rich enough to afford it. Other people didn't care about it again, and only Archie was anxious about it. He didn't keep an eye on his son these days, and the latter caused him such big trouble.

His wife got nervous when she was asked about her son's real grade results.

Looking at her panicked expression, Archie felt disappointed and glared at him, snapping, "Tell me what is going on!"

When pressed by Archie, his wife finally told him the truth. His son's grades were fake. He studied abroad not because she wanted to give him a better study atmosphere, but because she knew her son couldn't make it to college.

Her son was a poor student.

His son and wife just kept him in the dark.

A loving mother would always spoil her children.

Mrs. Smith blacked out when she knew that her son had caused them to lose hundreds of millions of dollars in projects and offended the Brook family.

The Smith family was now rich, but they were not rich enough to have a few hundred million to squander.

What was worse, they had offended the Brook family.

So when their son, who was still unaware of his mistake, came back, he was greeted not by his mother's concern, but by his parents' beating.

After being severely beaten up and knowing that their family had lost the big project, he was finally dumbfounded.

He thought that Marcus was a paper tiger. And the young man was just a haughty and stupid guy who only wanted to succeed, so he wanted to take Marcus down a peg.

After that, no matter how the Smith family looked for connections, they were not able to see the Brook family again. And because they had offended Marcus, many of their business partners avoided continuous business with them.

Marcus didn't take this matter to heart. He had to deal with so many things every day and had no time and energy to care about these nobodies. And he didn't have time to deliberately target the Smith family.

Nancy didn't mean to go back to school for the time being, and she either stayed on the farm or in the hospital. Every time she went to the hospital, she would take some pretty flowers with her and put them in the vase, giving the cold-looking ward a touch of warmth.

She would talk a lot with Symon every day or study with him in the ward until he fell asleep when he was tired.

Shawn tried to use the five hundred years of ginseng extracted from the medicine to improve Symon's condition, but it didn't work well. It could reduce Symon's pain caused by the spread of cancer cells in the body, but that could only last for a while. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

After all, ginseng can't make the dead come back to life, nor can it cure all diseases.

"Jinx, I came to see you."

Nancy walked into the ward with a handful of babysbreath, but looking at the youth who was full of tubes feeding all kinds of potions into his body, Nancy looked pale and walked into the ward with her lips pressed.

The smile on Nancy's face disappeared.

Symon's health had become even worse since he returned. The cancer cells in his body were spreading at an unstoppable rate, and every day was torture for him.

The medicine Shawn developed was becoming less and less effective for Symon.

But Symon had a strong ability to withstand the pain that ordinary people couldn't do. Even if he was trembling in pain, he would not complain or yell, but that made Nancy and Shawn more heartbreaking.

"Jinx, where did you hurt? I will give it a light rub and then you won't feel the pain."

Symon's face was pale. His skin was so pale that Nancy could see the veins in his body. Symon looked like a lifeless mannequin.

Nancy could see that his fingers and eyelashes were trembling slightly. Sweat even broke out on his forehead.

She walked over to Symon's bedside with red eyes and choked up as she held his cold hands in hers and asked him where he hurt.

"I... I am fine."

He forced a smile. Nancy only felt heartbroken. She carefully hugged him and said, "Jinx, you don't have to smile if you feel the pain."

Tears streamed down Nancy's face when Symon could not see it, wetting the little girl's curled eyelashes and Symon's clothes.

"Jinx, how about I sing to you?"

Nancy clutched his clothes so tightly that her knuckles were whitened.

She gently leaned into his arms, asking in a low voice, as if she were afraid that her voice would startle the patient on the bed.

Symon placed his hand full of pinholes on the little girl's head and rubbed it lightly. Then he said in a hoarse voice, "Yes." He sounded weak and feeble.

"Twinkle twinkle little star... How I wonder what you are..." Nancy sang slowly. As if she had sensed something, she panicked and her voice was trembling.

Symon lowered his eyes to look at the little girl beside him, smiling lightly. His eyelash trembled and then slowly drooped. A crystal drop of tear slipped out from the corner of his eyes.

The hand placed on Nancy's head slipped down weakly. Nancy couldn't control herself and cried hard. Her voice trembled more, but she didn't stop singing. Nor did she dare to look at the hospital bed.

The electrocardiogram kept beeping, making noisy and annoying sounds.

"Twinkle... twinkle... little star... How I wonder... what you are..."

Shawn saw such a scene when he came in with the nurses and doctors.

His sister was crying and singing a song that was not in tune, leaning carefully into the arms of the young man whose eyes had been closed. Her tears blurred her vision and wet the clothes on Symon's chest.

"Nancy."

Shawn pursed his lips and slowly walked over to take Nancy, who was crying uncontrollably, in his arms.

"Shawn... I feel so bad. Jinx has left me alone..."

Nancy hugged her brother's neck and cried more loudly, constantly shouting that Jinx had left her alone.