Based on what Percy knew about Old Master Mallory, he would soon be looking into the authenticity of the document.

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Nina walked in holding Percy's hand.

Percy took care of her every step of the way. After he pressed the button to go down, he stood guard in front of her while she stood in the corner of the elevator.

"Enough about him. What are you going to do?" Nina looked up and saw his chin. He had a five o'clock shadow after spending the whole night taking care of her in the hospital. Percy would always keep himself neat. However, he did not ask anyone to bring his daily necessities over, so he looked out of the ordinary.

He appeared sexy and lazy.

"I'll be fine." Percy patted her head to comfort her.

Nina rested her head on his shoulder, knowing that he only said that to keep her from worrying.

‘Are things really going to be fine?'

If Percy left Mallory Corporation, he would have to start over from scratch.

She did not have any doubts about his abilities, but she was certain that Old Master Mallory would not make his life easy. 'If they're determined to ostracize him, how will he survive in A City?'

Percy looked at the woman in her arms who stopped talking. His heart was filled with warmth when he felt her leaning into his arms.

"Why did you stop talking?"

Nina smiled slightly and replied, "I'm thinking about something."

"What are you thinking about?" There were a lot of people in the elevator, so Percy hugged her tighter.

"I was thinking that if you become jobless, I'll work hard to support you." Nina hugged his waist. She expressed her love for him openly even if it was in front of so many people.

"It seems that I have to work harder so that you won't have to think about how to support me." Percy pinched the tip of her tiny nose. He was filled with happiness that he had never experienced before.

"It's not difficult to support you. You'll have to quit drinking, though. The bottles that you drink are too expensive. I can't afford them," Nina complained cheekily.

"Yes, Madam!" Percy promised her, saying, "If you don't like me drinking, I'll quit for you."

On the other hand.

The nurse gave Pierre another dose of painkillers, and after a while, the medicine took effect. His complexion gradually returned to normal.

"Pierre, do you feel any better?" Madam Mallory asked with concern.

Pierre's breathing had eased a little. He glanced around the ward and found that Old Master Mallory had left, presumably because he was annoyed at how noisy and loud he was when he was screaming earlier. copyrighted © content.

His fiancee, Cecelia, and Madam Mallory were the only ones left.

"I'm fine," Pierre said with a livid expression as he struggled to sit up.

"Your body is weak now. Stop moving around," Madam Mallory said immediately. She put her hands on his shoulders to try to stop him from moving.

The nurse on the side chimed in and said, "He's doing much better. Let him sit up. The physical examination shows that his body functions are all normal. There's no need for him to lie down like other patients."

Pierre looked at the nurse with a stern expression. His gaze was sullen as if he was going to swallow her whole. "What do you mean by that?"

The nurse was updating his chart and was taken back when she saw his fretful stare. She was stunned and uttered, "What?"

Pierre sat on the hospital bed. After the pain passed, he seemed to have forgotten how abashed he was just half an hour ago. He threatened the nurse viciously, saying, "Are you saying that I'm not sick and I'm just pretending to be?"

"I didn't mean that..." The nurse knew that he had misunderstood her and wanted to explain that she believed that his pain was real. However, she could not deny that it was also a little strange.

They could not find out the root cause, the pain was inexplicable, and the effectiveness of the painkillers was rapidly reducing. His symptoms were completely different from other patients they've seen.

"What did you mean, then?" Pierre did not intend to let her off easily. He planned to vent out all his anger on her.

The nurse put down the chart and tried to explain herself, "Mr. Mallory, what I meant was that your body has no obvious wounds or any signs of internal bleeding, so you can sit up—"

"So, what you're saying is that I'm just pretending to be sick?" Pierre continued to be aggressive with the nurse.

Seeing how her son was reacting, Madam Mallory knew that he was disconsolate because of what Percy had done and wanted to vent his anger on others. She quickly stopped him. "Pierre, the nurse didn't mean that. Are you thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of water."

Pierre looked at his mother.

"Uh, I have other patients to check on. If you feel unwell, just press the call bell." The nurse quickly put down the chart and walked out of the ward.

Cecilia watched as the situation unfolded and looked at the person on the hospital bed worriedly. She asked with concern, "Aunt Karen, what's wrong with Pierre?"

Madam Mallory shook her head with a helpless expression on her face. "The doctor can't find out why, so he can only rely on painkillers to relieve the pain."

"It's that serious? My father is close with the director here. Why don't I ask him to come over and have a look at Pierre?" Cecilia looked at Pierre with concern. She was staggered that a man who had always appeared strong could have such a serious illness.

She had to keep an eye out. If Pierre went on like this, she would never marry him.

Seeing that their wedding date was approaching, even though Cecilia liked him a fair bit, she would definitely have her father break the engagement if Pierre had any hidden illness.

Madam Mallory wanted to let it go since even the best doctor could not find anything. However, she did not want to be a wet blanket seeing that Cecilia was eager to help Pierre solve his problem. She said, "Okay, that sounds great."

Cecilia looked at Pierre and recalled how badly in pain he looked just now. That hideous appearance had completely ruined his perfect image.

She said, "I'll head out and make some calls, then."

"Go ahead," Madam Mallory said.

After Cecilia left the ward, Pierre still seemed stern. "Why did you ask her to do that? Isn't it just a waste of time?"

"Cecelia cares about you, so you shouldn't turn down her goodwill. With her gone, we can talk about what happened. Come on, be honest with me. Are the things your brother said true?" Madam Mallory asked. As long as he admitted the truth, she was ready to jump in and help him solve this situation.

It was more difficult for him to deal with these problems seeing that he was still lying in the hospital bed. Only she and his father could help him. If Pierre refused to tell her the truth, he would land himself in some serious trouble when Old Master Mallory found out that this matter was true.

Pierre turned his head around and refused to discuss the matter.

He thought that he could easily solve this matter if he was not lying in bed.

"If you don't tell me the truth, no one can help you," Madam Mallory said earnestly. "Be honest with me. As your mother, of course, I'll help you. If you tell me the truth, I promise that Old Master Mallory won't find anything."

"Mom, leave me alone. I can handle this on my own." Pierre was a little impatient.

"You can handle it on your own? You're lying on the hospital bed now and you don't even know how long the painkillers' effects will last this time around. How are you planning to deal with it? Your grandfather may have already started investigating the matter. I'm trying to help you; I'm not doing the opposite," Madam Mallory said to him while frowning.