My Child and I Married a Billionaire

"Ever since I found out you existed, I’ve felt sorry for what you’ve been through. I wanted to make it up to you, on Mom’s behalf, but are you giving me a chance?"

"You don’t give anyone a chance! You poke holes in every kind person who tries to get close to you. You’re a hedgehog!"

"Do you think you’re the only one in the world with a tragic childhood? Am I not also a victim of their careless marriage? If I were pessimistic and cynical like you, acting recklessly... I’m sorry, I’m losing my composure."

"Go back to the hospital and stay with Mom. Nothing will happen to Brandon Jacobs. I’ll take care of it."

Damien Vaughn was never a man of many words. The angrier he got, the less he spoke. Today, he was truly furious.

After rattling off the whole speech, he glanced at Elsa’s calm, beautiful face and suddenly felt it was all pointless.

’What can anger solve? What good does losing my temper do?’

He then apologized to her again.

Elsa gave no sign she’d heard him. She hadn’t said a single word from beginning to end. Damien Vaughn had never met anyone whose thoughts were harder to guess.

After dropping her off at the hospital, Damien Vaughn started making calls.

After about half an hour of inquiries, he finally found out the other party’s identity.

Brandon Jacobs had unwittingly picked a fight with the wrong person.

The bastard who hit on Elsa yesterday was the young master of Aspire Tech, a well-known tech group in Corvane.

Damien Vaughn had long heard of his father’s name; they had even met on many occasions.

Aspire Tech and the Vaughn Group had always been competitors. If not for the fact that Elsa had just returned from abroad and her identity had been kept well-hidden, Damien Vaughn would have suspected Aspire Tech was pulling strings behind the scenes.

He immediately had someone arrange a meeting with the head of Aspire Tech, and the two discussed the fight as parents.

Damien Vaughn said all the pleasantries and made a more-than-generous offer of compensation, but the old fox wouldn’t budge.

"President Vaughn, that’s not how it is. The surveillance footage is crystal clear. Last night, he first smashed a bottle over my son’s head at the bar, and today, he beat him in front of so many people at the hospital, fracturing his ribs. This isn’t just a simple brawl. In the eyes of my lawyer and myself, both attacks were planned and premeditated. That’s called attempted murder."

"You know I only have this one son. He might not be the most capable, but he’s my treasure. If he’s ruined, what use is this massive corporation to me? What use is all my money?"

Damien Vaughn replied, "You have a point. But what’s done is done. Even if Brandon Jacobs were sentenced to death for attempted murder, what good would that do? It wouldn’t help matters. We’re both reasonable men. How about this? Do me a favor on this one. I will cover all of your son’s subsequent medical expenses, rehabilitation, and doctors, ensuring his life is not in danger and that he won’t have any lasting side effects. Moreover, hasn’t your company always wanted the R&D chip for the 8th-generation intelligent robot? My company has already reached the second stage of development. I can give it to your company, free of charge."

Those were the exact words he’d been waiting to hear.

He had been worrying about falling behind the Vaughn Group in artificial intelligence, and now an opportunity had just served itself up on a silver platter.

The old fox was extremely satisfied, but he still feigned reluctance.

"Isn’t this like selling my son’s life for personal gain? Do you take me for that kind of person, President Vaughn?"

For the first time in his life, Damien Vaughn was flattering someone to this extent.

"I think you are a man of great foresight and wisdom, someone who is exceptionally skilled at planning for future generations."

The old fox was finally satisfied.

"Since President Vaughn is so sincere and has put me on such a pedestal, wouldn’t I seem too unreasonable if I still refused? Alright, then."

The two parties drew up a contract. After the paperwork was done, at 4 PM, Brandon Jacobs walked out.

He had only been inside for a few short hours, yet he looked completely worn out.

His forehead and cheek were swollen with two large lumps, a ghastly dark purple.

The hospital security guards had hit him in the heat of the moment while trying to break up the fight.

He exchanged a look with Damien Vaughn, and they got into the car without a word.

Halfway through the drive, Brandon Jacobs finally spoke in a low voice.

"Wasn’t it pretty serious? What did you give them to get me out?"

"The future of the Vaughn Group. I’m sorry about this. Elsa isn’t worth it. Stay away from her from now on."

Damien Vaughn took him to the hospital, told him to register and see a doctor, and then went to the patient’s room himself.

"I’ll watch her. You go see Brandon Jacobs. No matter what, I want you to make things clear with him."

Brandon Jacobs didn’t go see the doctor.

His emotions were a complicated mess.

He had done a lot of thinking while he was inside. The mental and emotional anguish was a hundred times more painful than these minor injuries, which he couldn’t care less about.

Elsa left the patient’s room and was about to look for him in the surgical clinic when she glanced up and saw him in the hallway.

Their eyes met. In Elsa’s gaze, he saw surprise, emotion, concern, and even a hint of being wronged.

She suddenly didn’t know what expression to wear in front of him.

After a few seconds, she awkwardly turned her head away.

Brandon Jacobs had taken Damien Vaughn’s words to heart.

Before seeing Elsa again, he had planned to give up on her.

The only reason he was standing here was to say a proper goodbye.

But when their eyes met again, he realized she had changed.

No one understood Elsa better than he did.

From the very first time their eyes met until this morning, her gaze had always been cold, disdainful, and guarded.

But just now, he had clearly seen heartache and emotion in her eyes.

Brandon Jacobs’s heart suddenly thumped back to life.

"You’re out?"

After two seconds of awkwardness, Elsa walked up to him stiffly.

"Does your face hurt? Do you want me to take a look?"

Brandon Jacobs stared at her fixedly, without blinking.

"Yes."

"But I don’t have any medicine."

"Then let’s go buy some."

Brandon Jacobs grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into the elevator.

He led her out of the hospital at a rapid pace, as if they were fugitives on the run.

The cold wind whipped at the hems of their coats and their hair. It was freezing, but somehow romantic.

Elsa enjoyed the feeling. She also suddenly realized that Brandon Jacobs was actually quite wild at heart.

After buying some anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving medicine at the pharmacy by the hospital entrance, Brandon Jacobs pulled Elsa into the car and drove back to the hotel without a word.

Once inside, he tossed the medicine onto the coffee table, took off his jacket, and sat down on the sofa.

"You do it."

’So forceful and domineering.’

Elsa’s heart had been pounding the whole way.

"I’ll go wash my hands."

She quickly washed her hands and returned, crouching in front of him. She opened a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and began dabbing it on his face.

From beginning to end, Brandon Jacobs never blinked, just stared at her so intently that she couldn’t help but blush.

"Aren’t your eyes tired? You should rest them for a bit."

If this were before, she would never have treated his wounds.

And if he stared at her, she would have just shoved his face away. But now, she was deflecting.

’She has changed!’

Not caring how ugly or dirty he looked, Brandon Jacobs suddenly stood up and swept her into his arms, carrying her bridal style.

"Elsa."

Elsa was clearly flustered for a moment, but she quickly controlled herself.

"Are you taking me to bed?"

"Do you have a problem with that?"

Elsa didn’t say a word. She just reached out and grabbed his collar.

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