Slumdog Billionaire Husband
Chapter 291

Chapter 291 How Much Does He Owe You?

Hearing their conversation, Gerald was a little touched.

This middle-aged man was obviously the one who saved Gerald. Judging from his looks and words, he should be an honest and kind person.

He could not bear to see Gerald die, but at the same time, he did not want to cause any trouble. He just wanted to live a stable life.

"It's okay. Actually, it isn't much money. By the way, now that he has woken up, there is no need to give him glucose. When the IV is finished, just pull out the needle. Let him eat nutritious food. It can help him get better quickly," Camilla said.

"Okay, Dr. Doyle. I hope you won't mention it to anyone. Everyone in the town has a big mouth. I really don't want to cause trouble." The middle-aged man's voice rang again.

"Don't worry," Camilla said.

After the conversation ended, Camilla left.

Gerald lay on the bed, feeling extremely moved.

According to the conversation, this man's family is not rich. After all, it seemed that he could not

even afford such low medical fees.

Soon, the man came in again. The vigilance remained in his eyes, yet it seemed that he had made up his mind. Then he smiled at Gerald and said, "Young man, it's good that you are awake. You can rest here and recuperate."

"Sir, thank you," Gerald quickly said. "I don't know how to address you."

The middle-aged man was stunned and seemed to hesitate to say his name.

"I'm really not a bad person." Gerald let out a breath.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth. After a moment, he exhaled and said, "My name is Wesley Carter. You can call me Wesley. This is Leila Carter, my daughter."

"Thank you. My name is Gerald Kenneth," Gerald said.

Wesley let out a breath. Hearing Gerald's gentle tone, Wesley seemed to be a little less wary. looked at Leila and said, "Leila, keep an eye on Gerald. I will go out for a while. Kill the chicken at

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home and stew it for dinner."

Leila was stunned for a moment. She didn't ask anything and obediently nodded.

Wesley found a set of clothes, changed into them, and left.

When Gerald heard this at the side, he was slightly moved.

This family was really kind.

A chicken was not expensive, but this family was not rich, and they had never met before, yet they saved Gerald and were willing to kill a chicken for him to eat. They were very nice.

Gerald silently memorized this, thinking that once his injuries healed, he would definitely return countless times their kindness.

After Wesley left, Leila seemed to be unable to do her homework. She sat next to Gerald and looked at him curiously, but her gaze was still vigilant.

She seemed to want to talk to Gerald, yet she didn't seem to know what to say.

Gerald guessed her thoughts and took the initiative to talk to her.

High school girls were quite simple. Gerald chatted with her for an hour and got a lot of

information.

Leila's family was not rich. Her mother was very bad and dissatisfied with Wesley. She didn't take care of her family. Instead, she played cards with others in the town every day. Later, when Leila was about ten years old, her mother borrowed a lot of money on the Internet. Later, she couldn't repay it. She gambled in the town and wanted to win the money back.

And then... she lost again.

After owing a lot of debt, she abandoned her husband and daughter and ran away with another man.

Leila's father was a carpenter. In fact, nowadays, carpenters' income was not low, yet he had to pay back the money for his wife, so he lived a hard life. After listening to it, Gerald silently did not speak. He felt touched and did not know what to say.

He looked at Leila and let out a breath. "Are my things still here?"

"Yes. I'll go get them for you." Leila let down her guard and ran out when she heard Gerald's words. After a while, she ran in with Gerald's things.

Leila said, "These are all I can replace. There are two knives outside. My dad put them in the living

room."

At this time, there were only four things in Leila's hands. They were a broken mobile phone, a car key, a Diamond Card from New Bank, and Gerald's ID card.

What surprised Gerald was that the car key, the Diamond Card, and the ID card were still intact.

As for the phone, it was completely damaged.

Gerald originally wanted to borrow a phone to try calling Valery, but in the end, he couldn't remember Valery's phone number. Moreover, he guessed that if he called to let Valery and the others come over, it might cause the father and daughter to worry.

He pondered for a moment and decided to give up. He could take advantage of the time when he was recovering here to relax a little. When he was slightly better and could move freely, he would go back by himself.

"What do you want?" Leila asked.

"I'm just a little tired. I want to sleep for a while," Gerald said.

"Then rest now," Leila quickly said.

Gerald was indeed tired, yet he did not fall asleep because his whole body was too painful.

Leila went out. Not long after, Gerald heard a chicken screaming.

It was hard to imagine that a beautiful girl was currently killing a chicken with a knife.

As for Wesley, he only returned at night. He gave Leila 80 dollars and asked her to buy some meat. When Wesley went to work, he wanted Gerald to eat good food.

Obviously, he went out just now to borrow money.

For the next two days, Wesley left early and returned late.

Leila stayed at home. Most of the time, she was reading and doing homework. Other than that, she would cook, occasionally chat with Gerald, and sometimes play with her phone. Camilla came every day to change Gerald's dressing.

Compared to Wesley and his daughter, who were slowly taking down their guard against Gerald, Camilla was wary of Gerald from the beginning to the end.

Every time she came to change Gerald's dressing, she would not say a word to Gerald and always

leave right after finishing her job,

Of course, she would occasionally marvel at Gerald's healing ability.

Unknowingly, two days passed.

On that night, Gerald was already able to get out of bed and walk around.

Leila's home was in a mountain village. It took about ten minutes to walk to the town. Wesley worked as a carpenter in a furniture factory in the town. He would occasionally do some private

work.

This place was about 124 miles away from Washington. It was not close to Washington.

That day, Gerald was sitting on a chair under the eaves. Although he was seriously injured, Gerald had lived quite well these two days.

After all, Leila was feeding him personally.

He was wearing Wesley's clothes, which didn't fit Gerald very well, but they were acceptable.

That day Wesley didn't go to work in the town. Instead, he made some furniture in the front yard. Perhaps he was doing private work.

Leila was washing clothes at the nearby sink. She rolled up her sleeves and washed the clothes.

At this time, Gerald saw from afar that a few people were walking towards them on the dirt road below. There were about seven or eight of them. They all had jarheads and wore leggings. One could tell at a glance that they were rascals.

There were a few tattoos on their arms.

The one leading the group was a little older, holding a briefcase in his hand and wearing a gold

necklace.

Wesley clearly also noticed him. His expression slightly changed, and he quickly stood up wiped his hands.

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"Yo, you're doing private work again." That person walked into the yard, casually pulled over a wooden stool, and sat down. He crossed his legs and glanced at Gerald. He frowned and asked, "Who is this guy wrapped in bandages?"

Wesley's expression slightly changed as he said, "Mr. Simon, this is a distant relative of mine."

Gerald frowned. He knew that Wesley was actually almost forty years old, yet this man in his thirties was quite impolite to Wesley.

Raiden Simon didn't care about Gerald. He swept his eyes vulgarly over Leila, who was not far away, and then said, "It's time to pay back the money."

Wesley's face paled. "There are still four days left, right? I haven't got my salary yet.

"When to return the money is up to me. If you don't want to pay it back today, I'll charge you 3 days' interest," Raiden said indifferently. Then he smiled and looked at Leila, who was not far away.

Leila seemed to be afraid of him. She stopped washing the clothes and walked toward the house. She came up behind Gerald, gritted her teeth, and stood still.

When Wesley heard his words, his expression changed slightly. "Mr. Simon..."

"I was just teasing you," Raiden chuckled. "Leila, don't be afraid."

"How much does he owe you?" At this moment, Gerald, who had been silent all this while, suddenly

asked.

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