Chapter 439 Coming Clean
William almost tumbled off the couch at the question.
He flashed a cheeky grin and said, "Come on, I'm not that big of a deal. Just got a bit of cash now. Probably someone else reported them."
Mary squinted at him, clearly suspicious.
She had a gut feeling he was fibbing, but no solid proof.
Seeing Mary giving him the side-eye, William felt a bit squirmy and said, "Why you staring at me like that? You know me, right? Now that your company's mess is sorted, you should chill and recover. No overworking, got it?"
Mary glanced at the news on the screen, then back at William lounging on the couch, legs crossed, reading the paper.
Was it really not him?
"By the way, William, when are you gonna introduce me to that friend of yours?" Mary asked out of the blue, sipping her soup.
William was caught off guard. Mary was full of questions today.
"What friend?" William asked, trying to play it cool.
"You know, the one who first dropped three billion dollars on us; or the one who helped clear up our online drama recently; and then..."
Mary listed a few more, a sly smile on her face, waiting for his response.
William was flabbergasted, eyeing Mary suspiciously.
He thought, 'Do I have that many friends? Oh crap, I can't explain this now. Should I spill the beans now?'
With a mischievous grin, William leaned in, took Mary's hand, and said, "Mary, if I tell you something I've been hiding for a while, will you be mad?"
Mary looked at him, arms crossed, and said with a smirk, "Depends on what you say."
This was a tough one.
After a lot of hemming and hawing, William decided to come clean.
"Mary, actually, I'm not as simple as you think. I'm from the Jones family..." William said, nerves on edge.
But just then, the door to the ward burst open.
Margaret, who had been MIA for a while, barged in, faking concern.
As soon as she entered, she wailed, "Mary, what happened? How could you be so careless? Are you alright? If there's anything, tell me."
She yanked William out of the chair.
William rolled his eyes. Margaret was all about Mary; it was so ridiculous.
William stood off to the side, giving Tyler, who trailed in, a nod.
Tyler smiled and greeted him.
Suddenly, Margaret stood up, pointed at William's nose, and started ranting, "William! What's going on? Why did my daughter get hurt again? Is it because of you?"
William raised an eyebrow, gave Margaret a cold look, and said, "What do you want?"
Margaret's prepared speech got stuck.
She was stunned for a few seconds, then immediately started shouting, "What do you mean? Look at my daughter, has she had a single good day since marrying you? This is the second time. Are you trying to make her miscarry? How can you be so heartless?"
Margaret had come ready for a showdown.
William looked her up and down and asked bluntly, "What's this whole act for?"
Margaret glanced at Tyler, still pretending to be all proper, and said, "What do you mean? I'm standing up for my daughter. What's wrong with that? Do you have a clear conscience? Now that Mary's like this, doesn't she need someone to take care of her?"
As she spoke, she winked at Tyler.
Tyler immediately nodded like a bobblehead.
Margaret kept going, "Mary is my flesh and blood. If I don't take care of her, who will?"
Pointing at Tyler, she asked, "Tyler, isn't that right?"
William glanced at Mary on the hospital bed, who just shook her head, clearly fed up.
William and Mary had long seen through Margaret's antics.
"Mom, what do you want?" Mary asked, cutting to the chase.
Margaret spun around, grabbed Mary's hand, and said earnestly, "Mary, I want to take care of you. Do you really think a caregiver can look after you better than I can? Let's go home, and I'll take care of you personally. How about that?"
"No need, Mom. The caregivers are doing a great job," Mary declined.
Margaret got all flustered.
She had come today to convince Mary to let her take care of her, so she could move back into the villa.
"How can that be? Who can take care of you better than I can? You're my daughter, would I harm you?" Margaret shot back, aiming to pressure Mary into agreement.
Mary, feeling a headache coming on, insisted, "Mom, really, there's no need. I'm fine in the hospital."
With that, Margaret covered her face and started fake-crying.
"Mary, are you rejecting me? If you don't want me here, I'll leave right now," she sobbed, grabbing her bag as if to storm out.
Tyler immediately stepped in, holding Margaret, and said to Mary, "Mary, just agree to her."
Mary helplessly glanced at William, then nodded and said, "Alright."
Margaret immediately turned around, overjoyed, holding Mary's hand, and said, "You're so sweet, Mary. Alright, I'll go home and make you some soup."
Then, she stood up, stretched out her hand to William, and said arrogantly, "Give me the keys."
Seeing William looking at her coldly without moving, Margaret got very angry.
"Mary agreed, and you still don't?" Margaret said bluntly, her words dripping with threat.
William was stuck. He didn't want to cause a family blow-up over this.
So, he took out the keys and handed them to Margaret.
But just as Margaret was about to snatch the keys, he pulled them back, looked at her coldly, and said, "I'm warning you, don't try any funny business. If I find out, you'll regret it!"
Margaret glared at him, then snatched the keys from his hand.
Then, she happily left with Tyler in tow.
Looking back at Mary on the hospital bed, William sat down helplessly and started peeling an apple.
"Honey, do you really dislike my mom?" Mary suddenly asked.
William didn't say anything, but his silence spoke volumes.
Mary held his hand and said, "William, I know she's done some stupid stuff, but she's still my mom. If I don't take care of her, who will?"
William was annoyed, but he could only suck it up.
He raised his hand, touched Mary's cheek, and smiled slightly. "Alright, I get it. Don't worry. As long as she doesn't pull any stunts."
Mary smiled, holding his hand.
William could put up with anything for her.
"By the way, what were you gonna tell me earlier?" Mary asked, staring at William.
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