The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 1044: Chapter 991: Curly Coughs Up Blood

"I have a pile of antiques and paintings, all to be given to Curly."

Mr. Harris looked at Curly and thought his grandson-in-law had a good eye. When a man looks for a wife, finding a strong one saves a lot of trouble.

Just like his wife, who is strong-willed and manages everything, others may think he is being wronged.

Wronged about what? Having someone to make decisions for you, without having to worry about food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, so you can focus on work—what a good thing.

"I don’t want it!"

Curly likes money but is not greedy. For things that don’t belong to her, she keeps her distance.

Seeing the way this grandpa looks at her, she can tell he doesn’t have good intentions.

"Then consider it my rent. Old sister, find someone to arrange a small courtyard for us," Mr. Harris said bluntly.

Sienna Johnson chimed in, "Don’t you have a daughter in Abyanabad? I think you should take George to live in Abyanabad. After all, George is still young, and you’re not young either, having just had surgery."

"I’m not in good health and don’t know when I’ll die. If I die, I want to die in Sileria City. If I die in Abyanabad, won’t I become a wandering spirit?" Mr. Harris shook his head, firmly refusing to go to Abyanabad.

Sienna exchanged a glance with Adrian Desmond, indicating that she didn’t want Mr. Harris to stay at their house.

Adrian then said, "The house next to the Johnson Family is also mine and is usually unoccupied. If you wish, you can live there."

Just as Mr. Harris was about to speak, George said, "Thank you, Father-in-law."

Going overboard wouldn’t help; the Johnson Family clearly didn’t want them staying. If they insisted on staying, it would backfire. As a compromise, living next door was a good option.

Mr. Harris saw that his grandson-in-law was fine with living next door, so he had no objections. After all, he was selling the house just to help George woo his wife.

"Next door it is, then." Mr. Harris agreed straightforwardly.

The matter was thus settled, and Sienna was very satisfied with Adrian’s handling of it, smiling at him.

Home is a very private place, and Sienna didn’t want outsiders living in it. She could accept occasional visits, but permanent residence was not something she could handle.

Moreover, there’s Aria Harris, who isn’t easy to get along with. If something happened to Mr. Harris in their home, they would be the first ones responsible, and they couldn’t bear that.

...

Living next door, little was different for George compared to living with the Johnson Family. The two still went to and from school together, and their relationship seemed good.

Curly gradually got used to George being around.

At school, having someone to carry her bag, remember assignments, and even help her earn money wasn’t bad at all.

During PE class, with some free time, Curly and George sat in a corner of the playground taking a break.

"Curly, have some water."

"Mm."

The water was warm, kept in a thermos. Curly took a sip and started coughing.

"Curly, are you sick?"

"I might have caught a cold."

George touched her head and found it very hot, "Curly, you have a fever."

"Cough, cough..." Curly started coughing up blood, which scared George, "Why are you spitting blood?"

Curly was also frightened, looking at the blood in her palm and losing her grip.

On TV, people who cough up blood aren’t far from death.

She’s so young, does she have to die?

Curly thought of her mom and dad, Little Monster, and her family... The thought of never seeing them again made her tears fall like raindrops.

"George, am I going to die?"

"You won’t!" George said loudly.

"Cough, cough... but why am I spitting blood? The TV heroines, once they start coughing up blood, always have a terminal illness. ... Cough, cough... George, I don’t want to die."

George held onto Curly, comforting her, "Don’t be so pessimistic, maybe it’s just a cold causing a throat bleed..."

"Sob, sob..."

"Come on, let’s go see the doctor." George pulled Curly up from the ground and led her to find the infirmary.

"Do I have leukemia?"

"If you have leukemia, I’ll donate bone marrow to you."

"We’re not siblings, surely we won’t match."

"But there’s your mom and dad, Little Monster... and your grandmother, your aunt, all your relatives, surely one will match..."

"But what if none of them do? Am I just going to die?" freēwebnovel.com

George was sweating profusely from worry, his palm clammy and cold as he held Curly’s hand.

"Don’t say such things, maybe it’s not that serious." George was also scared.

"Cough, cough..." Curly’s coughing intensified, bringing up blood with every cough, which terrified George, "Curly... why is this happening?"

If her throat was hurt, there wouldn’t be so much blood.

"Sob, sob..." Curly began to cry uncontrollably.

...

At the Eastminster Group, in the interview room,

Vivian Abbey went to Mousden, and Sienna Johnson wants to recruit two assistants, this time preferring two men. Tessa Harrington is now of marriageable age and once she gets married and has children, her focus would dissipate.

Sienna Johnson plans to hire two male assistants to eventually groom them into secretaries. This way it’s a one-time solution. After all, she’ll need some time to adapt with her secretaries, and she doesn’t want them to leave once they have adapted.

"You studied in Mousden, why did you come back to work in Sileria City?" Sienna asked.

"My parents are here. This year, my father passed away, leaving only my mother, so I came back."

"Mr. Jones, do you plan to work in Sileria City for the long term or just temporarily?" If it’s temporary, Sienna wouldn’t hire him.

Gerald Dean said, "I plan to work here long-term. It’s my home, my mother doesn’t want to leave, and besides, Sileria City has developed very well in recent years."

"I see, you’ll be notified," Sienna put a check mark on Gerald Dean’s resume, indicating she decided to keep him.

"Thank you."

After Gerald Dean left, Sienna called out, "Next."

The person who came in wasn’t an interviewee, but Tessa, rushing in urgently. Sienna didn’t like seeing Tessa appearing so unprofessional.

She asked, "What happened?"

"President Johnson, the kindergarten just called, saying Curly is sick."

"Oh, she’s been coughing a little today. I gave her some medicine this morning," Sienna didn’t take it seriously.

Tessa said anxiously, "It’s not coughing, it’s spitting blood, and she’s already unconscious."

"What?"

"The kindergarten has already sent Curly to the People’s Hospital. You should go and check on her. I’ll notify the remaining interviewees to reschedule."

Sienna sat there, not moving for a long time. Tessa knew she was scared, "President Johnson, take it easy, maybe it’s nothing serious."