C70 Josie Has Returned to the Country.

Lydia's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

However, the wrinkles on her forehead only deepened.

Lydia, he must have felt guilty for what he had done to her.

Don't think too much, don't think too much, don't act like a fool in your previous life, don't act like you're in love with him.

After cursing in her heart, Lydia forced herself to shift her gaze away from the man's face and look outside the car. "Reece, what I suffered was not what Viola gave me."

Although the cause of that incident was Viola, the one who pushed her into hell was him!

His cold and disgusted attitude towards her was the source of her suffering.

Hearing this, Reece's grip on the steering wheel tightened.

How could he not understand what she meant?

He looked at the road in front of him, and guilt surged into his eyes. "...I'm sorry."

Lydia's eyes were red as she turned her head to look outside the car. The corner of her mouth curled into a bitter smile.

This was the second time he had said it. Although his attitude was sincere, it was impossible for her to forgive him. It was even more impossible for him to heal the ugly scars that she had accumulated over the years.

She didn't say a word. She just looked at the scenery outside the window as it slowly faded into the distance.

Because of her silence, the atmosphere in the car became gloomy again.

The car sped up and soon arrived at the Tillman family's old residence.

As soon as she got out of the car, she saw Old Mr. Tillman waiting for her on the wheelchair.

"Grandfather, the wind outside is so strong. Why did you come out?" She frowned and quickly went up to greet him.

Then, she took the wheelchair from the butler's hands with a pained expression and said, "Butler, please don't let Grandfather come out in such a strong wind in the future!"

"Don't blame the butler. Grandfather asked him to push me out. This way, Grandfather can see you and be happy a second earlier."

Lydia's eyes were filled with gratitude as she looked at Old Mr. Tillman's loving face, but her eyes were slightly sore.

She forced the water vapor in her eyes away and pushed Old Mr. Tillman into the house. "Grandfather, the wind outside is strong. I'll push you back to your room first."

Lydia's hand had just started to move when a big hand fell from above.

The two pairs of hands, one big and one small, collided with each other.

Lydia's body stiffened slightly and she suddenly pulled back her hand.

Reece paused for a moment when he saw this, then he tightened his grip on the wheelchair and said, "Your legs are not good enough. Let me do it."

His legs were not good enough!

Although the man's words were meant to be kind, they had stabbed into the heart of Lydia. Her expression turned ugly for a second.

Although it was only for a second, Reece still noticed it.

He suddenly realized how sensitive she was.

He opened his thin lips to explain something, but before he could, Lydia had already released the wheelchair and replied with a "good" word. She then took a step to the right and pulled away from him.

The man tightened his grip on the wheelchair as he was concerned about the distance of a meter between them.

Due to Old Mr. Tillman's presence, the two of them were careful not to let Old Mr. Tillman find out what they were doing. Naturally, Reece did not say anything either.

He pushed Old Mr. Tillman towards the room, while Lydia followed on the right side.

Since Old Mr. Tillman liked the potato strips that Lydia made, she went straight into the kitchen and prepared to make a spicy and sour potato dish for her grandfather.

The Tillyman family sat on the sofa and played chess.

Holding a black piece in his hand, Old Mr. Tillman placed it on the board and said coldly, "Brat, have you seen the video of Viola admitting her mistake on the internet?"

Hearing this, Reece's hand, which was holding the chess piece, paused for a moment. "Yes."

"What do you think of it?" Old Mr. Tillman raised his head and asked sarcastically.

Seeing that Reece was silent, Old Mr. Tillman sighed, "How can I say anything about you? Why is your shrewdness useless in the past?"

Sigh!

Old Mr. Tillman sighed again in disappointment.

Back then, Old Mr. Tillman had always believed that it was not Lydia who did it, so he forced Reece to marry Lydia. He was afraid that this silly boy would miss such a good girl.

Unfortunately...

However, after the marriage, the life that she led was...

Sigh!

The more Old Mr. Tillman thought about it, the more he felt guilty. He glanced at the kitchen and gave the man opposite him a displeased look. "The people of the Tillman family are bold and daring. I don't care if you are willing or not. You have to compensate for the suffering that Lydia has gone through!"

"I'll use your whole life to make up for it!"

Old Mr. Tillman snorted and slammed his palm on the chessboard.

Reece stared at the chessboard, but his mind was elsewhere. He was lost in his thoughts.

Clang!

Suddenly, something fell from the kitchen. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked in the direction of the kitchen in surprise.

"Young Madam, you're bleeding!"

The servant's terrified voice came from the kitchen. The man on the sofa suddenly stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Young Madam, you have a lot of blood. You need to bandage it."

Lydia was indifferent to the servant's panic. "It's fine. This small wound won't be a problem."

She took a tissue and wiped the blood off her finger. She reached out to pick up the knife.

However, in the next second, a pair of large hands grabbed her wrist.

"You need to treat your wound..."

The man looked at her bleeding finger and frowned.

"It's just a small wound. You don't need to make a big fuss."

Lydia ignored the man's urging and pulled her hand back. However, the man was too tight, so she couldn't pull it back.

Not only that, but her wrist was being gripped even tighter by the man.

In the next second, she was pulled out of the kitchen by the man.

"Hey, Reece... What are you doing?" Lydia frowned in annoyance. She ground her teeth. "Let me go, let me go!"

"Reece?!"

However, no matter how much she struggled, the man still pulled her out of the kitchen.

After that, she was forcefully pressed against the sofa.

"Give me your hand."

Once again, the man's command came from above her head. Lydia frowned again and again, refusing to cooperate.

"Don't let me say it a third time. Give me your hand!"

Seeing that she didn't move, the man's dark eyes narrowed. Immediately, the oppressive atmosphere in the living room raged.

Seeing the cold expression on Reece's face, the servants around them immediately tensed up. They were so scared that they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

At this moment, Lydia was busy with the man's dark face, but she was unexpectedly not afraid. Instead, her thin eyebrows wrinkled in dissatisfaction.

What are you so fierce for?

Why should I cooperate with you?

Although she was very dissatisfied with the man, she glanced at Old Mr. Tillman, who was staring at the two of them, and her hand unexpectedly reached out.

For Grandfather!

Reece quickly took out the disinfectant alcohol from the medical kit and applied it to her bleeding hand.

After smearing the alcohol on her finger, he paused for a moment and looked at the woman's clean little face. "It might hurt a little, so bear with it."

"Yes."

Lydia nodded. Reece then used the alcohol cotton to gently wipe her wound.

Although she was mentally prepared, the pain of the alcohol touching her wound still made her tremble.

Seeing this, Reece immediately let go of the alcohol cotton in his hand.

Seeing that the small man beside him had finally relaxed his eyebrows, he retracted his gaze. Without any expression on his face, he took out the OK bandage and gently placed it on her wound.

"Alright."

Lydia retracted her bandaged hand. She lowered her head and pursed her lips. "Thank you... You and Grandfather can continue playing chess. I'm going to make some potato strips."

As she spoke, she was about to get up.

However, in the next second, the man pressed him down on the sofa once again.

"Don't touch the knife."

Lydia frowned. "But, I haven't made any sour and spicy potato strips for Grandfather yet."

"Xiao Ding can also make it."

"Xiao Ding can't make the taste that I have."

"Teach her! If she can't learn it, I'll fire her!"

...

The two of them were not willing to give in to each other. Old Mr. Tillman, who was watching from the side, could not help but smile.

The old man's eyebrows relaxed and his gaze fell on the chessboard in front of him. "Reece, you always like to control everything. I'm afraid you will lose this time. Hahaha."

"Cough, cough..."

Perhaps he was too happy, Old Mr. Tillman coughed in excitement.

Because he coughed so hard that he could not breathe, his kind face turned red.

In an instant, the two people who were arguing on the other side turned their gazes towards Old Mr. Tillman.

"Grandfather, are you alright?" Lydia worriedly used her small hands to pat Old Mr. Tillman's back. She tried her best to make Old Mr. Tillman feel less pain.

Old Mr. Tillman coughed so hard that he hurriedly covered his mouth with a handkerchief.

Suddenly, a lump of blood came from his throat. He coughed violently, and Old Mr. Tillman could feel a warm liquid spraying out of his mouth.

He quickly wiped his mouth with a towel and hid it behind him. "Don't worry, it's fine."

This scene was witnessed by both Lydia and Reece.

The two of them looked at each other, and their expressions turned ugly.

In order to make Old Mr. Tillman happy, they didn't expose his actions.

Instead, he accompanied Old Mr. Tillman to have lunch, then found a reason to let his grandfather undergo a checkup, brought him to the hospital for a checkup, and took the opportunity to arrange for Old Mr. Tillman to be admitted to the hospital.

After a busy day, Lydia and Old Mr. Tillman returned to their room after Old Mr. Tillman fell asleep.

Because of his grandfather's condition, the two of them felt very heavy. They rarely talked on the way home, and they were both silent.

After getting out of the car...

Lydia dragged her heavy body towards the villa.

However, after taking a few steps, a pair of high heels appeared in her line of sight.

She froze in place, then suddenly raised her head to look at the owner of the high heels. A charming yet shrewd face instantly fell into her eyes.

Looking at the woman's face that looked like Maria, her heart suddenly tightened, and her face turned pale.

"Miss Ellis, hello." The woman nodded politely.

Lydia retracted her thoughts and looked at the woman in front of her. Her eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

Why did this woman come back so early?

Shouldn't she be coming back a year later?

Could it be that she had changed some things and caused a series of changes, so Josie, this future wife of Reece, had returned to the country?

Just as she was puzzled, the elegant woman in front of her walked past her and walked straight to the back of Reece.

Josie affectionately held Reece's arm and called out sweetly, "Reece."