The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 134 Go Back to France

Keith was speechless and covered his face. He stood up, patted Eric's shoulder, and sighed tiredly. "It's not that I'm switching sides, but Nicole is straight-up wronged this time..."

'Nicole clearly hates Eric alone, so Wendy is just overthinking it and imagining herself as Nicole's enemy. When did the dignified Wendy become like this? She's too good at involving herself in drama!' Keith sighed and walked away.

Ingrid was still cursing Nicole incessantly, but it was not only because of Wendy.

She hated Nicole and was jealous that Nicole had become the heiress of Stanton Corporation overnight. Since then, Nicole's fame in the gentry circle skyrocketed.

'What about me?!' Ingrid thought.

Ingrid and Nicole's status were completely reversed. Now, Ingrid was the lowly one.

Everyone at home was mad at her and did not give her any pocket money anymore. It was all just because Nicole took the emerald pipe!

'Nicole completely messed up my life!' Ingrid thought.

"Shut up!" Eric chided in a cold voice.

Ingrid covered her face and left, crying while

shouting, "You're all bullies!"

Eric stood at the door with a cold and sullen face.

Wendy, who was inside the ward, looked calm and a little pale.

Mitchell had gone to ask about the situation, then hurriedly came over to report what he learned. "Mr. Ferguson, the hospital has enough Rh-null blood in reserve. Ms. Quade...isn't seriously injured. It's just a minor skin abrasion..."

Eric suddenly thought of Nicole's words.

"Mr. Ferguson, your IQ is really so low. Is Ms. Quade a cat with nine lives? She can't even die after so many times, but as soon as you're there, she's alive and kicking?"

Inside the ward.

Wendy laid there with a pale face. When she saw Eric coming in, her eyes lit up.

"Eric, if only I had died, I wouldn't have troubled you... Nicole must've made things difficult for you, right? She's too much!"

Eric stood there with a detached coldness in the bottom of his calm eyes. He spoke nonchalantly, "Too much? She gave you so much blood, yet you didn't even say a word of thanks and still think she's too much?"

The blood on Wendy's face suddenly drained. She hurriedly explained, "No, I didn't mean that. Of course,

I'm thankful for Nicole for donating blood, but it's her fault that she hid her identity..."

Eric looked at her with an expressionless face. "So what? What does her concealing her identity have to do with you?"

Besides Floyd Stanton kicking out Wendy, who came uninvited to his company's anniversary gala, Nicole had not done anything to Wendy.

Eric stood there with a cold and stern face. An indescribable irritation lingered in his chest.

His indifferent eyes were still, and his tone was cold as he said resolutely, "You should go back to France as soon as Hendrick's death anniversary is over. They have good medical facilities there, which is suitable for you to recuperate. Once you get well, I'll sponsor you for three more months. After that, I will stop giving you living expenses. You're not disabled, so you can replace your own means of survival." Wendy raised her head in shock, revealing her panic expression. She cried and pleaded with him. "Eric..."

Keith stood in the doorway and coughed.

"This amount of money is nothing. Ferg, why do you have to be so quick to..."

Eric did not give them a chance to speak. He picked up his jacket and walked out.

"Since it's nothing, you can take over if you want."

Keith was stunned. The corners of his lips twitched. "I

can't... All my money is with my wife..."

Wendy was like a burden being kicked away by Eric. At that moment, she felt so humiliated. She clutched her clothes tightly and shook in anger.