Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 201

The doctor's hands paused. He looked up at Amber and then at Jared, who had a cold expression on his face. He felt puzzled.

He didn't use much strength. Why would his leg hurt?

Moreover, this gentleman didn't look like he was in pain.

Shaking his head, the doctor didn't think much about it. He thought that the wife cared about the husband, so he was asked to be gentle.

Forget it. Just be gentler.

The doctor sighed and continued to massage.

After a long massage, the doctor opened the medicine box and began to find medicine to bandage Jared.

Amber patted Jayden's back and then stood up. "Doctor, how's his foot? What about his bones?"

As the doctor treated Jared's foot, he replied, "Don't worry, Mrs. Farrell. Your husband's foot is all right. His bones are fine. It's just that the tendons are torn. He'll be fine in half a month."

Amber heaved a sigh of relief and nodded with a smile. "That's good."

He was fine, so the guilt in her heart naturally dissipated a lot.

Although he had saved himself and saved her at the same time, he had still saved her. If there was really something wrong with his leg, she would feel sorry.

Jared noticed Amber's smiling face.

Was she happy for him?

Amber seemed to have sensed the man's gaze and turned to look at her. "What's wrong?"

"You're welcome." Jared's eyes flashed as he replied lightly.

Amber shrugged her shoulders and looked away.

A few minutes later, the doctor stood up and said, "This gentleman's foot has been bandaged. Don't let it touch water within 24 hours. One day later, you can go to any hospital to change your dressing."

"Okay, thank you, doctor." Amber nodded.

The manager sent the doctor out.

He then came back with the Gundam toy and a box, looking at Amber and Jared apologetically. "Mr. and Mrs. Farrell, I'm really sorry this time. It's our negligence. These are our restaurant's compensation for you."

The manager handed them the toy and the box.

Amber didn't take it. Instead, she looked at Jared and said, "It's you who got hurt. You take it."

Jared glanced at the box and said in a cold voice, "Whether it's because of your restaurant's negligence or not, we can't make a conclusion for the time being. After my assistant has investigated thoroughly, we can discuss how to deal with this matter."

Hearing this, the manager only felt a headache.

He had thought that he would give more generous compensation to settle this matter. In this way, he might be able to keep his position as manager.

But now that this gentleman had said that he needed to settle this matter, he knew that this matter could not be solved just because of generous compensation. Moreover, this gentleman had an assistant, which was enough to show that this gentleman's identity was not simple.

The more complicated a person's identity was, the more difficult it was to deal with. It seemed that the manager was on the verge of getting fired.

The manager smiled wryly.

About ten minutes later, Ben came back.

Jared asked, "How did the investigation go?"

Amber also looked at Ben.

Even the manager straightened his back and wanted to know the result of the investigation.

Ben replied seriously, “Mr. Farrell, I've checked it out. It was indeed an accident. The waiter who installed the screen board lost two screws. But he saw that the board could still stand up without those two screws so he just let it be. He didn't report it to the restaurant. That's how it happened."

Jared's expression relaxed a lot when he heard that it was not someone deliberately plotting against them.

Amber pursed her red lips, her small face full of anger. "This waiter was too irresponsible. In order to save trouble, he neglected the safety of others. Fortunately, it was us standing there. What if it was a child?"

The child was not like an adult who could dodge it in time.

Even if the child reacted in time and wanted to avoid it, his might not be fast enough, and he would be hit by the board and lose his life.

Amber dreaded to think what might have happened.

Jared obviously thought of this, and his face darkened. "Where's the waiter?"

"The waiter has been under my control. He's in the kitchen." Ben answered.