“You can't just go back to Earth King Valley whenever you want.”

Jennie Skinner held the phone in her hand, her voice hoarse, “Please tell Master that according to the rules of the valley, I am w illing to accept any punishment.”

The person on the other end of the phone was stunned and then sighed, “Why are you doing this? In the beginning, you were willing to give up your status as the heir of Earth King Valley to stay with Marson forever, but now you are willing to abandon your so-called true love and return to Earth King Valley to live a hard life?”

Jennie glanced at the gold-embossed wedding invitation on the corner of the table and a bitter feeling rose in her heart.

“Brother, I was wrong. Seven days, give me seven days and I will go back and apologize to the Master.”

Then she hung up the phone.

Marson came out of the bathroom, his hair dripping with water. Seeing Jennie holding her phone in a daze, he complained, “Can you be smarter? Emily's wedding is in seven days. If you look like this, people will think we are bullying you.”

We?

It took Jennie a long time to come back to her senses. The ‘we’ here referred to the two people on the wedding invitation, Marson Rush and Emily Waters.

Seeing her silence, Marson was very dissatisfied. He leaned casually on the sofa and his wet hair soaked the backrest.

“I've told you many times that Emily has a terminal illness. She just wants a wedding and it won't hinder your position as Mrs. Rush.”

Jennie felt a pain in her chest and she held onto the wall, barely able to stand.

All in all, that was the third request Marson had made for Emily.

The first time, he said that Emily was from the same hometown as him and that she had just graduated and could not rent a house, so he wanted her to live with him.

Jennie agreed.

The second time, he said that Emily got pregnant because of the careless choice of friends, so he asked Jennie to prescribe an abortion pill and also told her not to hurt Emily's body.

Abortion went against the teachings rule of Earth King Valley, so Jennie refused.

That day, Emily went to a black clinic to have an abortion and was left with a chronic disease.

That time he even complained, “Jennie, Emily got her terminal illness because she did it in the black clinic. You've hurt her to such an extent, so what if you give her a wedding?”

The pain in her heart gradually dissipated. Jennie stood up straight and stared at the man on the sofa.

“Sure.”

Marson raised his eyebrows and curled his thin lips, “You are really a good daughter-in-law of my Rush Family.”

Jennie lowered her eyes.

“Emily's parents had long since disowned her. On the wedding day, you held Emily's hand and handed her to me.”

When talking about Emily, Marson had a smile on his face.

“Emily is a good girl, kind and sensible and she knows how to give men face. You should learn this from Emily.”

As he spoke, Marson's phone lit up and several wedding dresses appeared on the screen.

He got up, walked into the bedroom, closed the door and started talking on the phone.

Through the glass, Jennie suddenly felt that his man was so strange. What was she obsessed with? 

Why was she so obsessed that she wanted to go down the mountain with him even at the cost of her status as the heir of Earth King Valley?

Seven years ago, the old man of the Rush Family passed away. Marson and his uncles were fighting for power and they knocked Marson unconscious and threw him on the side of the road.

It was Jennie who came down the mountain to collect herbs and saved him and also helped him to come up with strategies to take over Rush’s.

Later, Marson knelt before her master and begged him to marry her.

The master refused and drove her out. Marson then knelt at the gate of Earth King Valley every day for seven days.

Finally, her heart softened and she made up her mind to give up everything and marry him.

And Marson did not let her down. Not only did he give her a grand wedding of the century, he also announced on the wedding day that he would transfer half of his shares to her.

“You are the head of my Rush Family. Everything I have belongs to her. What does a mere shareholding mean to you?”

These words once made her think that she was the happiest woman in the world.

But it was these words that made her fall into the abyss.

“Ms. Skinner, I'm sorry, this sentence is meant for me.”

Two months ago, Emily suddenly sent her that video of the wedding day and the camera angle was fixed on Marson.

In the video, when Marson said that, his eyes moved from her to the left and fell on the girl in a red dress.

That girl was Emily.

Not only that, Emily also told her a secret.

The child back then was Marson's. The two of them were intimate right under her nose, wearing her pajamas, using her cosmetics and while they were intimate, he mocked her for being a bumpkin.

“Marson, does this dress look good on me?”

“You look good. You have a good figure. You look good in anything you wear. Unlike Jennie, who has a skinny figure and looks like a piece of dirt… Bumpkin.”

“Ha ha ha ha."

In the video, the two of them rolled into a ball while laughing, knocking the tonic she had worked so hard to develop to the ground.

She did not believe it.

She waited with the video all night and finally Marson showed up at dawn.

“Emily said that the child was yours. Is that true?”

Marson did not feel guilty at all.

“Just a mistake when I was drunk.”

Jennie trembled all over, unable to believe that this was the man who knelt for seven days in order to marry her.

“Mistake because you were drunk? What about the countless other times? Marson, you betrayed me,” she roared at the top of her lungs.

Marson frowned and covered half of his ear, saying disdainfully, “Don't you Earth King Valley follow the system that men could have three wives and four concubines?

“Besides, you are too skinny to serve me, so why are you dissatisfied when she serves men for you?”

Like a bolt of thunder in a clear sky, Jennie heard a cracking sound, as if something broke.

Marson hac been heartbroken ever since he was plotted against by his uncles and aunts. When he was outside, he always tried to hold on.

She always cared deeply about him and gave him acupuncture and boiled medicine to regulate his body.

In order to completely cure his illness, he even secretly used the secret method of Earth King Valley - using human blood as medicine.

That year when he was in good health, she fainted several times due to excessive bloodletting and her originally plump figure gradually became thin.

Now, he accused her of being skinny.

Jennie was silent for a long time, then returned to the kitchen and poured out the medicine that was prepared for his health.

That night, Jennie stayed awake all night, letting her tears wet her pillow.

She contacted her master constantly, begging him to allow her to return to the sect.

However, Marson no longer concealed it and openly prepared the wedding for Emily.

That day he even suggested that she attended the wedding and personally handed Emily to him.

Jennie's heart was finally broken.

She looked at the water stain on the sofa, turned around to find her prescription and added a few herbs to it.

Marson had a smile on his face and kept talking on the phone, while Jennie moved to draw a circle on the calendar in the living room.

The next morning, Jennie went to see her good friend, Amanda.

“Jennie, do you think Marson will honestly sign the divorce agreement?”

Amanda Valaz was a divorce lawyer and had fought many cases over the years. Big CEOs like Marson would rather keep a mistress than divorce easily for the sake of their reputation.

What was more, Jennie was a miracle doctor. With her around, Marson was not afraid of those shady tactics in the business world.

Jennie lowered his eyes, a wry smile on the corner of her lips. “It's okay, I’ll let him sign it.”

Amanda was silent for a long time and sighed. “Just draft the divorce agreement and send it to me. I'll take care of the rest.”

Amanda stopped persuading her, wrote down Jennie's request and sent her downstairs.

She happened to meet Marson going upstairs.

He looked around Jennie with an impatient look on his face and asked, “What are you doing here?”

Jennie did not expect to meet him there, so she casually explained, “I'm here to help Amanda recuperate.”

Marson nodded.

He was very confident in Jennie. She was a person outside the world and she did not even know how to cash in the shares she had. What trouble could she possibly cause?

“It's a good thing I met you. I plan to give half of your shares to Emily and I need your signature.”

Jennie's heart tightened. She and Emily each share half?

“Didn't you say she had a terminal illness? What does she need these possessions for?”

“You transferred these shares to me voluntarily and I even hired a lawyer to notarize them. They belong to me personally. Now you want to take them back. Do you want to pay a huge penalty?”

Marson's expression became more and more irritated. “The shares are just a piece of waste paper to you. It's better to give it to Emily so that she can feel at ease.

“Besides, when we were preparing for the wedding, Emily mentioned that I transferred your shares to you at the wedding. She said she was very envious, so I decided to transfer half of your shares to her. Don't wrongly accuse Emily, she is not materialistic.”

Jennie suddenly wanted to laugh.

Although Emily interfered in other people's marriages, slept with married men and coaxed men into giving her shares, she was a good girl who did not worship money.

She was about to open her mouth to sneer when she heard the sound of high heels tapping in the corridor.

Several people looked over and saw Emily, wearing a miniskirt and high heels, walking towards them with three twists and turned in her steps.

The young girl had fair and smooth skin and with her specially styled hairstyle, she looked fashionable and sexy.

It did not look like a terminal illness at all.

For some reason, Jennie remembered the chat records that Emily sent her.

[Marson: Take this money and buy whatever you want, Emily. I will feel disappointed if you don’t waste my money.]

Jennie and Emily's eyes met in the air and the latter raised her eyebrows in protest. “Why come to the law firm if you are sick instead of going to the hospital?”

Marson laughed twice with a guilty conscience, “Emily has never held shares before, so she came to take a look for the sake of novelty.”

After saying that, he frowned and looked at Jennie, saying unhappily, “You were like a homeless person when we met. But look at you now, you look like a rich lady, right?”

Jennie thought of the circle on the calendar and tried to calm herself down.

“I'm not the mistress of a wealthy family. I'm just a bumpkin. But now you have to beg a bumpkin like me to sign, right?”

Marson looked embarrassed, “Okay, stop messing around, I'll go home later and ask Emily to cook some of your favorite dishes.”

“You don't have to cook. Just pay the penalty and I'll sign immediately.”

After saying that, she walked around Emily and strode downstairs.

Behind her, there was a trot and someone called her, “Ms. Skinner, please wait a moment.”

Emily caught up with her, took out a powder puff and applied several layers of foundation on her face in front of her.

“Ms. Skinner, please help me check if I look like a terminally ill patient.”

Jennie glanced at her carefully applied sickly makeup.