Chapter 387 Cursed Soul

I sent the documents to Jack. He only responded with an "OK" emoji, not saying anything else.

Jill leaned over, and I immediately locked my phone. But she still saw Jack's name.

"What? You're even hiding it from me? Come on. Tell me, how far have you two progressed?

I stared at her speechlessly, "What about you and Caleb? Is he not going to come home? You haven't even sorted out your issues yet, and you want to butt into mine?"

"He said he wants to establish his business there," Jill said, deflated.

"Can't be do it here? The costs would be lower, and there should be plenty of computer science students in the country."

I had always wondered about this as I felt the entrepreneurial environment in Manovia wasn't as good.

This country had a large population, so there were naturally more gamers here. As long as the game software was developed, it could be launched online, right? So, why did Caleb want to do it in Manovia? Upon listening to my words, Jill was even more dejected as she sighed.Content is property © .

"He said the environment here is bad and that the technology is not as advanced as the ones abroad. He studied management, yet he doesn't know how

to control costs at all."

When I thought about the few simple gemmes Jill showed me, something didn't feel right.

Did such simple games really need high-level foreign talent? I remembered the game Emma played last year was made by college students, and it cost only around a hundred thousand.

Seeing Jill's aggrieved expression, I didn't say what I wanted to say. Since I couldn't prove Caleb was involved in something, I wouldn't put Jill in a difficult spot

I slowly recovered during this time and could start rehabilitation therapy. The caregiver would take me out for a walk occasionally to prevent my muscles from atrophying.

Ever since I got hit on the head, the cancer cells seemed to have shut down.

Every time Julian looked at my examination report, a hint of relief would appear in his eyes. "Good, you'll be able to attend the wedding. It'll be your job to take care of the kids."

I was already immune to his and Alisa's shamelessness. But my body was genuinely improving, so I was in a good mood.

Similarly, Harmon Group was getting better as well. Although there were many negative news reports, Leonard resolved them one by one.

He held a press conference specially for this project, stating that the company would ensure comprehensive design modifications and that the progress of the project would not be affected. Unknowingly, this issue had been settled by more than half. Everything was heading in a positive direction.

He didn't come to look for me either, which made me feel at ease.

However, that happiness didn't last long. On the day I was supposed to have my rehabilitation therapy, I saw Amelia in the hallway. She had lost a lot of weight, and she looked haggard. Amelia was pushing a baby stroller, her frustration evident. "Can you stop crying? Why won't you stop crying? Didn't I just change your diaper? I'm begging you, please stop crying!"

Unlike the image of the loving mother I had imagined her to be, Amelia looked furious. A few parents nearby, who were also with their children, looked at her sympathetically and affered her some advice. "I think the baby is too hot in that outfit. You shouldn't keep him bundled up like that."

"Babies often wet their diapers. Just change him. Would you like some help?"

"It's not good for the baby to be layered up like that

"No nerd" Amelia pushed them away, glaring at thein. "You guys... You"

Her eyes then landel name, and she sneered, "I was wondering why my son's been crying all da

all day. Turns out he could sense your cursed

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