Mr. Tycoon's Beloved Wife: The Madam No One Dares to Offend-Chapter 275: DNA Test Result

Only the clinking of porcelain could be heard in the quiet room. The chandelier gave a soft glow and lighted up the room.

Hilla looked at the man feeding herself porridge without blinking, and she opened her mouth to eat it up.

"Why are you staring at me?" Bruce asked in a gentle voice.

He was embarrassed and reached out to pinch Hilla’s soft face.

Hilla blinked and lowered his head to eat.

Then she whispered, "I’m just afraid that it isn’t real."

Although she felt a little pain when Bruce pinched her face, Hilla still worried about it.

She took the bowl from Bruce’s hand, ate, and sent a spoonful of porridge to Bruce’s mouth.

Bruce took it without a word.

They kept feeding each other food and seemed never to stop. Bruce glanced at Hilla’s porridge and asked, "You don’t like it?" "Well, yes. It’s light." Hilla said so.

Bruce didn’t say anything and ate every spoonful of porridge Hilla fed him.

They shared a bowl, and soon the porridge was almost finished.

The room remained quiet.

Hilla handed the empty bowl to Bruce and stared at him. "I’m full."

Then, she grabbed Bruce’s shirt and clenched it tight in her fists.

Bruce saw Hilla’s childish behaviors and chuckled, "I’m not leaving!"

Hilla shook his head and whispered, "You broke our promise!"

So, she didn’t wholly believe his words. Bruce felt helpless and sad at the same time.

He held Hilla in his arms and rested his chin on her head.

"Sorry, it won’t happen."

Bruce was scared!

When Bruce was in a coma, he was afraid that he would never wake up to see Hilla again, and Hilla would be sad if he were gone.

Over the past few months, when he was in a coma, his mind was clear.

He could hear sounds but got lost in the dream.

Bruce missed Hilla very much at that time.

Hilla held part of Bruce’s shirt tight in her hands. She was unwilling to sleep even she was in bed.

Bruce’s voice was gentle. Hilla could sense his warmth under the reflection of light.

The essential oil emitted a sweet smell and delicate fragrance. Even in this comfortable environment, Hilla was afraid to fall asleep.

"Are you going to leave again if I fall asleep? And all this will turn out to be a dream as I wake up."

She asked aggrievedly and unconfidently in a low voice.

Hilla thought that she was tough, but when Bruce had been missing for months, she realized she was just pretending to be strong.

Every day she was looking forward to his return.

She told herself that if Bruce returned, she would never hide her true feelings again.

She would cry when she wanted, relied on him, and be a needy girl in front of him.

She wanted Bruce to stay with her all the time, so she acted like a child.

Bruce saw sparkling tears in Hilla’s eyes and her trying to fight back the tears. He was distressed.

He didn’t say anything, lay down on the bed with Hilla, and gently pulled her close.

Bruce threw his arm over and across her chest and landed his hands on her shoulder. They cuddled up together in one bed.

Hilla didn’t want to talk about the babies, business affairs, and his past few months’ stories. She only wanted Bruce to be with her like this.

"Go to sleep, girl." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Hilla was weak after the birth, and she looked out of sorts with the torture of a high fever.

Horton had reminded Hilla that she needed more rest.

But she didn’t want to sleep as Bruce came back.

The comfort of his arms made Hilla feel safe and protected. "I’ll stay here and hold you sleep." Bruce helplessly said. "Can you promise that you’ll be there if I wake up?" "I promise."

"Are you going to be here while I’m sleeping?"

"Of course not."

"Thank you," Hilla said with a smile.

She smiled satisfyingly like a child getting a pack of candy.

She smiled like a child, and her face seemed to carry the satisfaction of getting candy.

Her fingers crawled onto Bruce’s chest and grasped his shirttail hard. Then she slowly closed her eyes.

The sweet and nice smell in the air, and Bruce’s unique scent, soothed Hilla.

Soon, their steady breathing sound lingered in the room.

Outside the bedroom.

Margaret lowered her head and pressed her face against the door.

Suddenly, someone pulled her shoulder, and Orlenna’s voice came from behind.

"What’s happening inside? Can you hear anything?"

Margaret quivered and immediately turned around. She looked at Orlenna and gave a fawning smile.

"Maybe we spend too much in building a thick door. I can’t hear anything." Margaret had a guilty look on her face. It was inappropriate to spy on her brother.

Orlenna glanced at her coldly and said in a deep voice, "Have you done anything right all day long? You’re good at messing around with your brother."

"Mom, I’m doing this for the Anderson family. My brother just came back, but who knows if he has any hidden disease? They’re locked inside. What if something terrible happens?"

"What’s this terrible thing? Perhaps you’re part of it."

Orlenna passed her a glass of milk. "You’d better stay downstairs and don’t disturb your brother and Hilla."

"Well, you’re a typical mom who preferred boys to girls. This kind of thinking is scary!"

Margaret complained as she took a sip of the milk.

The next second, Orlenna fiercely glared at her. "Yes. I regretted not throwing you into the ditch early."

"Mom, you fail me!"

Margaret pretended to be sad as she ran downstairs with a glass of milk.

Orlenna ignored her and murmured. "How can you hear anything from a soundproof door?"

Margaret saw Halle fall into a trance on the sofa when she came downstairs.

Emily was arranging the building blocks. She called Halle a few times, but she seemed distracted and missed.

"Halle, what are you doing?"

Margaret helped Emily set up the blocks and turned to Halle.

Halle gazed at Margaret and forced a smile. "Nothing." But Margaret saw a hint of fear in Halle’s eyes.

Then Halle looked around. "Is Mr. Hutt here?"

Margaret was surprised that Halle would mention Horton.

She sensed that there would be a juicy gossip somehow.

...

Margaret leaned towards Halle and asked curiously, "Halle, why are you looking for Horton?"

"Well, I was just asking."

Margaret wanted to say something, but Halle suddenly got up and carried Emily back to her room.

She didn’t expect that Halle would dislike her. She didn’t dig out what she wanted to know, and instead, she got a cold shoulder.

Since Bruce had returned, the company would go back to normal, and the Anderson family could live a good life, and Margaret could be the pretentious princess again.

Margaret felt relieved when she thought that Bruce would bring home the bacon.

She started to play her smartphone games again.

Bruce came downstairs and changed his clothes.

"Bruce, are you going out?"

It seemed that he sneaked out when Hilla fell asleep.

Bruce ignored her. Margaret moved close to him and asked with curiosity, "Is it about the company?"

Bruce didn’t even look at her and changed his shoes.

Margaret didn’t let him get away easily. "Bruce, what if Hilla wakes up later and finds that you’re not around? How angry will she be?"

She knew how sad Hilla was when Bruce had been missing for the past few months. Now that Bruce had returned, Hilla was like a frightened bird, staying with Bruce all the time.

Bruce suddenly turned to Margaret and stared at her with his deep, dark eyes.

Margaret quivered and realized that she had just said something stupid. So, she added immediately, "Don’t worry. I’ll be here and prevent Hilla from anyone’s disturb before you return."

Bruce was satisfied and approved her.

Margaret beamed with a smile when Bruce recognized her.

"You can feel free to deal with your business. I will help you cover it up when Hilla is awake. Anyway, I have been taking care of her for the past few months."

Margaret bragged about her contributions to the family and Hilla these days.

Bruce looked at her, took out a card, and gave it to Margaret.

"You did a great job." He calmly said.

"Thank you."

Margaret answered loudly. She grasped the bank card tight and quickly stuffed it into her pocket.

"Well, the ’new’ Bruce is a lot generous than before. The harsh life outside made a different man!" she thought.

Bruce picked up his clothes and car keys, leaving the house.

Margaret poked her head out from the door’s gap, waving her hand, and shouted with passion, "You’re great, Bruce. Drive carefully!"

...

In a fancy private villa in the West City.

Tom’s wrinkled face became rigid when he saw Bruce. "Mr. Anderson, I was careless this time. I shouldn’t have listened to the media’s crap and doubted the identity of two young masters."

"You know what’s going on here. Sign the agreement!"

Tom was middle-aged spread. He looked at the share transfer agreement, the chubby face expressing an unwilling look.

He hesitated for a while and looked up at Bruce.

Tom had worked for the Anderson family since Bruce’s grandfather was in charge, so he felt unwilling.

All these years, he learned that Bruce ruled with an iron fist. It was the best solution Bruce prepared for him.

Tom didn’t say anything and signed the agreement without checking.

Bruce got up and quickly left.

Tom wanted to say something, but in the end, Bruce only left him awkward.

Mrs. Black ran downstairs and glanced at the agreement. "Tom, haven’t you told me that you wanted to leave the Anderson Group a long time ago? Bruce is fair enough. The agreement is reasonable."

Tom looked through the agreement, and his greasy face froze.

Indeed, Bruce had treated Tom well enough. And that’s why Tom felt a little guilty for what he did.

He was in his fifties and had a great experience, but he was no match for the newcomer.

At this moment, he felt regretful about his decision.

"Let’s pack things up and leave tomorrow. We should sell this house and never come back to the River City again."

"What did you say?"

They spent little time in the River City actually, but what Tom said surprised his wife.

Tom seriously whispered, "Bruce doesn’t want to see us again."

The agreement drew the line between the Anderson family and the Black family.

The Black family prospered thanks to the Anderson family. Frankly, they grew up quickly under the influence of the Anderson family’s fame.

They had nothing to do with the Anderson family, and the Black family would be on its own from now on.

Tom did not expect that Bruce was more decisive than he thought. If the Anderson family had him such a powerful man, it must reach the top.

...

In the hospital.

Halle came to see the twins with Emily.

She made a video call with Hilla, telling her that the two boys were sleeping peacefully.

Emily pressed against the window and looked curiously at the baby who was drinking milk. "Little brother?" she asked.

The little boys were sucking the nipple of the feeding bottle, looking like an adorable and silly puppy, and they made Hilla happy.

"I just consulted the doctor. I can take them home in a few days."

Halle simply said something and hung up. She picked up Emily and said with a smile, "You can play with your little brothers in a few days when they reach home."

"Little brother, be good." Emily looked at them and cracked a lovely smile, her saliva drooping down.

Halle carried Emily out of the baby room and saw Horton gracefully approaching them.

"Dad!"

Emily’s clear voice rose in Halle’s ears. Halle was shocked with scare.

Halle turned around and unbelievably looked at the excited Emily in her arms.

Although she was only two, no one told him how to say this word.

It made Halle panic. Halle didn’t care about how Horton saw her and quickly ran away with Emily in her arms.

Horton paused as he saw Halle ran away like a scalded cat.

"Dr. Hutt, this is the DNA result of the test you asked me to do two days ago."

Before Horton could catch up with Halle, a voice came from behind.

Horton turned around and saw the nurse from the laboratory walk towards him with a DNA test report in her hand.

A strangely gloomy look appeared in his eyes. He took the report and opened it quickly.

His eyes were fixed at the last column of the test results. Suddenly, his gentle face looked sulky.