Chapter 133 Mr. Clancy Says Whatever He Wants
"Benoit!" Queenie blushed and exclaimed, "You... you wear them yourself!"
That shameless old pervert!
How could he say something like that!
Benoit calmly approached, sincerely holding her hand. "Starting with ordinary black stockings? You've just started benefiting from therapy and need to consolidate."
Queenie knew exactly what Benoit was thinking. She shook off his hand and said, "You shameless person!"
After speaking, she slammed the door shut and locked herself in the master bedroom.
Benoit's low laughter could be heard from outside the door.
"Queenie, I know we're not close enough yet. I'll wait. When you completely surrender yourself to me, you'll see that these are all normal couple activities, nothing more..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Queenie shouted from inside the room, "Minus twenty points! Benoit, you're at a negative score right now!"
On the other side, Pollard rushed to his little junior sister's house in the countryside without even looking at his phone.
The little junior sister pointed to a nearby white three-story building. "That's my house."
Pollard paused. In his impression, he thought his delicate junior sister should be living in a dilapidated old house.
Emily understood what Pollard was thinking and quickly explained, "The house was just built, quite new. Last time, the village said our house was dangerous, so we had to rebuild it. I have to thank you for lending me $200,000."
Saying that, Emily lowered her head. "I haven't paid back the money yet... I just..."
Pollard lightly patted his junior sister's shoulder twice. "It's alright. I haven't put my money in any investments either. I lent it to you, and you promised to pay me interest! That's also an investment!"
Emily took a deep breath. "Then let's go."
As they approached, they heard pleas for mercy.
"Stop hitting me, old man, please!"
Emily's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly followed Pollard and ran over.
Just as they entered, they saw the father slapping the mother.
And clearly, the mother had already been brutally beaten with disheveled hair, blood on her lips, forehead, and body. She sat on the ground, holding onto the father's hand.
"Stop hitting me, I know you don't want to hit me, it's all because of that illness!"
The father continued to slap himself forcefully. "It's all my fault! I caught this strange illness! Just let me die!"
At that moment, Emily's older brother stood aside, secretly wiping tears away while witnessing this scene.
"Mum," Emily rushed over and hugged her mother who was covered in blood, crying in anguish.
The father also began to cry. "You can call the police and arrest me! Send this lunatic to prison, and I won't hit anyone again."
Emily let go of her mother and shouted at her father, "Dad, no, our family should be united and whole! Whatever challenges we face, we will overcome them together!"
Pollard was infected by the scene before him, feeling a sourness in his chest.
He thought of Queenie and the intense conflicts she had with her mother, involving police and arrests. The difference was truly vast!
He couldn't suppress his desire to help this family, and he walked towards Emily's brother, asking with concern, "What exactly happened?"
Emily's brother shook his head and sighed. "The doctor said it's manic disorder... something about how mental stress can trigger manic episodes leading to violence. When he's attacking, we call his name, but he doesn't respond, like he's possessed, and he only targets my mom, hitting her mercilessly."
"Did the doctor say anything about treatment?" Pollard asked.
Emily's brother looked at Pollard hesitantly. "Yes, but it's too expensive. They mentioned a bunch of professional terms we couldn't understand, and they said the treatment this time would cost at least $300,000."
"Besides money, are there any other difficulties? You just mentioned that Uncle is under a lot of mental stress. We should find a way to identify the root of the problem."
Upon hearing this, Emily's father wailed, "It's all my fault... It's all my fault... If it weren't for me..."
