Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor)

Chapter 129 Hereditary Disease of the Martinez Family

Chapter 129 Hereditary Disease of the Martinez Family

"He suffered a knife wound in his abdomen, which almost punctured his liver. The wound was deep, but

it has been sutured."

Stella's heart trembled when she heard this, and she subconsciously gripped Noah's hand.

"Don't worry," Aiden smiled wearily, "His life is in no danger. But he must be observed in the ward now...

It is best to have someone with him. In case there is an emergency, I can carry out a second rescue in

time.

"Thank you, sorry to trouble you," Noah patted him on the shoulder.

In fact, he felt very sorry for sending Jericho to Aiden.

But there was no other choice for the moment.

Sending him to a regular hospital would be tantamount to exposing Jericho's identity, and the doctors in

ordinary private clinics might not be as skilled as Aiden.

A nurse wheeled Jericho into the ward.

The man who was usually gangster-like and cocky was now as pale as the sheets, lying quietly with

countless bandages wrapped around his body.

The fragility of life often occurred in a moment.

Stella looked at him through the glass window and couldn't help but feel complicated.

"I wonder when he will wake up."

Noah put his arm gently around her shoulders.

He reflected that any other woman would have been frightened out of her mind under the urgent

situation in the hotel where her husband was carrying a gangster covered in blood.

However, Stella was smart, calm, and quick on the draw. Not only did she stay calm, but she also

thought of dressing Jericho in women's clothes to get him out of the hotel.

He smiled, his eyes gentle and full of gladness.

But...it was also because she was so smart that she could detect the problem with just a bottle of red

ink.

Noah's expression darkened, maybe it was time to confess his identity to her.

"Darling?" She tugged on his sleeve, "Why are you lost in thought?"

"Nothing," he said calmly. "By the way, Aiden said someone had to be here to take care of him... I

guess he won't like to see us the moment he opens his eyes now that he is seriously injured."

Stella was taken aback and thought quietly.

"I am a man too, so I know very well what he is thinking now," Noah's voice was attractive and full of

doting. "Who he wants to see most at a time like this is his beloved woman."

"But," Stella was a little worried, "is it appropriate for Mia to take care of him?"

"This is Aiden's clinic after all. Although the relationship between Aiden and Mia is not clear, friends like

us all think that they are a couple."

"If Mia is here, Aiden will be sad when he sees her with Jericho!"

Noah paused and chuckled at her.

He admitted that what she said made sense. He had thought about that too.

But it was obvious who Mia loved.

Aiden had to face the reality that he couldn't get her love. It was better to suffer now than later when his

love for her grew stronger.

But Noah rubbed Stella's hair and said softly, "Well, you're right, honey."

"Then how should we solve this problem now?"

"Well..." Stella thought for a while and said, "how about we take care of him first? While he is

recovering from his injury, I will explain it to Mia and then ask her to come."

"That's fine," he smiled. "Let's do what you said." Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

He would not change his mind in the past.

Now, he would do whatever his wife said.

Stella went to get the daily supplies for hospital stay. Noah walked into the ward alone.

Jericho had just had his bandage changed and had regained consciousness. Lying on the bed, he still

looked a little pale.

The effect of the anesthetic wore off, and his wound hurt as if his skin and flesh were being ripped

open.

Even though he was sweating profusely, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Noah frowned slightly and stood for a while, then finally took the towel and wiped his face with circular

motions.

"You're wiping my face, not the floor!" thought Jericho.

"What's wrong?" Noah looked at his painful expression and was puzzled.

"I've swallowed my pride and am wiping your face, what else do you want?" thought Noah.

"It's okay," Jericho twitched the corner of his mouth with difficulty.

"The wound is quite deep," Noah looked at him. "You'll have to rest well for some time. Be careful not to

move around lest the wound opens."

"Where is this?"

"Aiden's hospital."

"What?" Jericho almost sat up in agitation. He accidentally pulled his wound and grimaced in pain.

Noah glanced at him with a stern face.

"I can't send you anywhere else. Aiden knows everything," he whispered. "He saved your life. You

should thank him!"

Jericho sneered, a smile curled his lips.

"If I'm not mistaken..." he looked at Noah meaningfully, "he has saved your life too, hasn't he?"

Noah's expression changed instantly. His eyes turned cold, and his brows were fierce.

"What did you say?"

The atmosphere in the ward froze suddenly, and the temperature seemed to drop to freezing point.

They looked at each other, as quiet as two lions ready to fight, both waiting for their opponent to take a

crucial step.

After a long silence, Jericho spoke first, "Actually, you've saved my life. You found me on the rooftop

and didn't leave me there."

"I am a gangster, not a kind person, but I understand that one should repay the kindness he received."

"I've known your identity for a long time," Jericho looked into his eyes, his voice gradually lowered, and

he said word by word, "You are the third young master of the Martinez family..."

"Noah Martinez!"

Noah looked at him coldly, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides, and finally tightening them

quietly.

Since he was injured, Jericho looked very tired after talking so much at once. He pursed his lips. His

voice was weak, but his words were clear.

"Zander Martinez...has found Liam Anderson. He will attack you at any time, and then let Liam take

your place, hiding the truth and achieving his goal. You'd better be prepared to deal with him!"

Noah frowned, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"So, you are Zander's man?"

Jericho shook his head, "He just wants me to work for him."

"So, you came to kill me in the first place?"

Jericho looked up at him and raised his eyebrows, with a slightly mocking smile on his face.

"If I wanted to kill you, your wife would have been a widow long ago!"

"Then why are you telling me this now?"

Jericho was speechless, took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

His wound was already painful, and he was annoyed by Noah's many questions.

He said with a look of despair, "It's all right that you ask why if someone harms you. But you're also

asking even when someone helps you?"

"Uncle Christopher and my eldest brother are my family," Noah's expression looked cold. "Even my

family who are related to me by blood want to harm me. Who else in this world can I trust?"

"Who knows if you will tell Zander my whereabouts?!"

"You......"

"Hehe, hehe..." Jericho put on a forced smile.

He knew that all the Martinezes were sick. They had a serious hereditary disease, which was

suspicion!

He shouldn't have felt grateful and wanted to repay Noah's kindness. He shouldn't have spoken about

it.

He had put himself in a difficult situation now!

"Okay, okay!" he sneered. "Mr. Noah Martinez, it's up to you! I'm an outsider and I'm not related to you

by blood. My gibberish is not worth your trust!"

"But..." Jericho looked at him provocatively, "if I, an outsider, tell your wife about your true identity, do

you think she will believe it?"