A Matrilocal Husband's Counterattack

Chapter 47: Graduated from Technical secondary school

"Ethan... please come in."

Amid the surprised gazes of Margaret and Fiona, Emily Brooks welcomed Ethan into the office on the eighth floor.

The office was over 100 square meters, luxuriously decorated. The furniture was all high-end, and even the floor-to-ceiling windows were bulletproof. A bookshelf was placed against the wall inside, showcasing dozens of antiques, including porcelain, snuff bottles, and jade ornaments, all in their distinct styles. There were also a few paintings hanging on the wall behind the desk.

Emily Brooks spoke up, "Would you like something to drink?"

I must say, the women in the company are more mature and graceful compared to those at home. Though still youthful, you can see the marks of growth.

Ethan glanced at her, then shook his head. "No need. Come over and let me take a look. The sooner we treat it, the better. I still have to go buy groceries."

Emily Brooks almost reached for a paper cutter. But she bit back her anger, kicked off her little shoes, and even removed her stockings in front of Ethan. Finally, she sat down in front of him.

She raised her left foot, and a delicate, snow-white little foot appeared in front of Ethan.

It was pale with a hint of red, perfectly curved, with golden toenail polish, shining under the sunlight—quite seductive.

Emily Brooks raised the corner of her lips, "Let's treat it."

Ethan took a deep breath, suppressing the urge inside, then reached out to grab her little foot.

There was a scar on the sole, about an inch long, dark in color, contrasting sharply with the surrounding pale skin. It was clearly the scar from her ice skating injury.

Ethan raised his head and asked, "Did you eat a lot of seafood last night?"

"How do you know?" Emily Brooks was slightly surprised, then nodded. "I was so happy yesterday, I had a big feast. I love hairy crabs, so I had a few extra. Is that relevant?"

"You got injured last time and had an infection. Though treated, it wasn't completely eradicated, and some of the tendons got inflamed."

Ethan said indifferently, "So whenever you're exposed to cold or eat seafood, it triggers the inflammation, causing your old injury and even some faint pain in your left foot."

"The headache is also a side effect of this."

"If you don't treat this properly, within three months, not only will you lose one leg, but your internal organs will also begin to fail."

Emily Brooks was shocked by these words, and she immediately leaned forward, resting her body on the coffee table, while lifting her waist.

An incredibly seductive curve appeared instantly.

"Stop talking nonsense, treat me quickly."

Emily Brooks called out, her voice trembling, "I don't want an amputation. I'd rather die than have my leg amputated."

Ethan looked stunned. "What are you doing?"

"Aren't you going to treat me?" Emily Brooks slightly opened her mouth.

"Am I not showing the right position? Go ahead and do whatever you need, as long as it cures my foot. No matter how hard you hit, I'll bear it."