My Supermodel Wife

Chapter 568 - A Promise

Vincent was taken aback for a moment.

He had never seen the dark side of Jean.

Even when Jean was abroad, he never had such an appearance as long as he had a serious illness.

Vincent's throat was dry and he gritted his teeth before finally meeting Jean's eyes. "As long as you return to Parma with me, I will heal her eyes."

The man raised his lips dangerously. "I promise you."

"I don't believe it!" Vincent sneered. "You think I'm a kid you can easily lie to? I won't believe you unless you get on the plane back to Parma with me."

"Is that why you hurt her eye?"

The man stopped and stepped closer to him.

Vincent subconsciously took a step back. "Jean, mate, you broke my rules and I'm only asking for my payment, that's all. Don't threaten me, unless you don't want her eyes to heal!"

"Vincent, you really aren't human!" Julius pointed at him angrily, he wanted to step forward and tear his hypocritical face.

Vincent glared at him as he was getting agitated by his words. "If I really weren't human, I wouldn't have run back to this country because of a call from him."

Julius was so angry that he clenched both of his fists, but there was nothing he could do about this situation.

At this moment, Jean looked at Vincent with a cold gaze. He slowly took out his cell phone and made a call in front of him. "Arrange a private flight to Parma tomorrow."

"Yes, young master!"

After the other party answered, Vincent raised his eyebrows. "Tomorrow, before boarding the plane with me, I'll give you the medicine. After we get to Parma, her eyes will return to normal."

"Vincent, if there is any damage to her eye, I will bury you in the deepest ocean."

The man gave him a cold warning as he looked at him deeply. Then he turned around and left the research room.

He couldn't stand his behavior. Brother or not, he couldn't do something like that by holding Lilia's eye hostage.

Jean couldn't gamble with this!

He didn't care about anything in the world except Lilia, this was his biggest weakness that was easy to exploit.

Knowing it well, Vincent dared to do something so vicious!

Julius saw Jean's figure as the man turned around and left. He glared at Vincent, and when he realized that he was helpless, he slammed his fists into the cabinet.

The metal cabinet had a slight dent because of it, making his joints a little sore.

Vincent saw Julius' movements with his still indifferent face. "Are you really her uncle?"

At such an age, Julius should've controlled his emotions better and be more mature in dealing with this.

Blood slowly dripped from his knuckles, and without saying anything, Julius walked out of the research room sadly. He went through the crowd and into the smoking room.

"Doctor Julius, your hand... let's treat it."

"Shut up! Hurry back to work!"

They didn't know what happened, but they couldn't help but go back to work as Julius told them. But then they began to talk about it all the time.

When the crowd dispersed, Vincent was left alone in the research room, not knowing what to do.

He looked at the glass door that broke into countless pieces on the floor, then he turned around and saw the experimental platform.

What was this called?

He was just teasing his friend, trying to secure a guarantee that Jean would keep his promise. He didn't really hurt Lilia's eyes. How could these people lose control over this trivial matter? What a joke.

Vincent also did not think that Jean would attach so much importance to Lilia.

He became a little annoyed as he returned to the testing table. Vincent then pushed aside the medicinal ingredients on the table, and sighed with one hand on his forehead.

He felt that if it weren't for having the medicine to Lilia's eye recovery in his hand, Jean might've really done something to him.

Would he have been buried in the deepest ocean by then?!

… ..

At 12.30 past midnight, Lilia was seen lying alone in a sterile room.

Jean didn't come, neither did her uncle.

However, she did not have the opportunity to witness how festive this year's New Year Eve was.

With all that happened, this year started as 'new' for her.

The night was very dark, tinged with a freezing feeling as not a glimpse of moonlight could be seen outside the window.

Lilia wasn't sleepy, so she opened her eyes and her sight still looked faint.

There hadn't been much change in her vision since this afternoon, everything around her still looked gray.

She thought maybe she should adapt by accepting the fact that she had gone blind first.

Sitting on the bed, she wanted to get down but her hands unconsciously touched her lower abdomen.

'Honey, get ready, if you fall, don't cry…' She got her feet down from the side of the bed. Her toes rested on the floor, but she couldn't find her sandals.

Alright.

Lilia decided to take two steps. She walked barefoot, feeling a little cold to the touch.

Lilia slowly raised her hand and waved it a little before finding the wall in front of her. Then she bursted out laughing.

She felt like a heroine on a TV series. When she couldn't see anything, she was actually using her hands, not the eyes.

Maybe not long ago, when her eyes still couldn't see clearly, Lilia's heart was already ready to accept any reality in the future. Therefore, she could face this harsh reality gracefully.

Right now, Lilia was completely blind, but she couldn't complain about it.

This was her own choice, there was no other way for her but to get used to the darkness.

She took a little step forward, trying to find the door in the direction she remembered.

However, after only two steps, she touched the end of the bed painlessly and a sound forced her to stop.

The door was open!

The familiar sound of footsteps came, mixed with his signature smell. The figure immediately grabbed her. "Don't move!"

In fact, Jean had been there the whole time. The night was even darker than usual and the temperature was very cold.

Lilia laid in the sterile room, while Jean stood outside the door.

Seeing his wife's figure, the man's eyes were filled with hostility.

'Vincent you bastard...!' He cursed inwardly.

"Why did you come here!" Lilia put her hand on his shoulder, rubbed the side of her leg and got a little emotional.

The man's throat rolled up as he looked into his wife's clear and unfocused eyes. His voice was trembling as he answered, "Sorry I'm late."

He sounded hoarse with a hint of pity.

Lilia closed the corners of her mouth, raised her hand and hesitantly touched her husband's cheek. "No need to apologize, I don't blame you, I'm kidding."

She was still the same as before. Graceful, calm, and considerate.

She couldn't see her man with her eyes, but she didn't even complain or cry for once.

Even her face was never painted with worry.

The man then sat at the bed with Lilia in his arms. He tightly hugged her waist in his arms. Lilia looked down and noticed Jean's embrace that was different from usual, then she asked while her face slightly buried in his chest. "Are you leaving?"

This question was a trap.

Did Lilia ask whether he would leave the sterile room or leave Surabaya for Parma?

His wife asked shrewdly, she didn't dare express her anxiety in her heart.

"No." The man stroked her hair, his strong arms wrapped her around warmly.

Lilia pulled herself closer into his embrace. "Did my uncle fight with Vincent this afternoon?"

"It's okay, don't worry."

Lilia tightly hugged his waist. She lifted her head and groped his face until she finally found his chin and kissed him. "What were you doing just now?"

"Smoking," the man lowered his head and kissed her a little.

Lilia snorted, winked and joked. "Liar! There is no smell of smoke!"

After speaking, she kissed the man's lips deeply.

She had to do everything she could to engrave his existence in her mind, and it seemed that this was the only way Lilia could dispel the doubts in her heart.