After kissing for quite a while, Lilia's face turned slightly red.

  She leaned on the man's arm, gave him a hug, and said nothing.

  Then, she fell asleep and faintly felt that someone was touching her eyelids.

  Lilia just said a word, waved her hand, and fell asleep again……

  The next morning, she got up in a hurry.

  There was still darkness before her eyes, but it seemed that a light had appeared in front of her.

  This might be an illusion.

  "Jean?"

  Unfortunately, Jean was on the phone and wasn't there.

  When Lilia touched her bedside feeling so cold, it was clear that the man had been gone a long time ago.

  Lilia was confused for some reason. She sat down and was just about to step on, but suddenly, the door to her room opened.

  "Lie down and use the medicine!"

  The guest was Vincent and his tone was stiff as ever.

  Lilia was stunned, then she smiled and joked, "I can't see anymore, do I need to take medicine still?"

  "I'm a doctor!" Vincent replied stiffly, but his eyes were fixed on the corners of Lilia's lips.

  How could she still laugh?

  She was going blind but she could accept it in peace?!

  Vincent had no experience with women and his understanding of Lilia was limited to the fact that she was Jean's wife.

  He thought that Lilia would cry bitterly and complain violently.

  In short, Vincent did not expect that Lilia would look tough and cheerful as always.

  In the end, Lilia just laid quietly.

  Since today was the last day of treatment, she told herself to endure it and end this journey.

  Just like before, Vincent endured the discomfort while giving her some medicines and injections. After doing all this, his face turned pale again.

  Time passed, and about half an hour later, he took out the silver needle first.

  "Hold on."

  'It hurts, it hurts!' But she only gritted her teeth and hissed.

  Just like at the beginning of the treatment, Lilia was in so much pain that her voice sounded mute and her breathing trembled a little.

  Vincent pursed his lips and he suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

  Yesterday, he stuck a needle in an acupuncture point into Lilia's eye, which left her completely blind.

  He naturally knew how painful a closing acupuncture point could be.

  At that moment, the idea of ??wanting to "get Jean back" was so strong that he ignored the pain Lilia was going through.

  Vincent was overwhelmed and his face seemed to show a very complicated expression.

  He tightened his brows and muttered irritably, "Don't move, someone will come to you to remove the gauze in a few hours."

  "Thank you."

  Lilia reluctantly thanked him, but ignored the words.

  A few hours later, he was not the one who would come to remove the gauze.

  Vincent and Jean's flight was scheduled exactly one hour after Lilia's last treatment.

  Vincent took the silver needle back into the cloth bag and looked at the time before leaving.

  After about an hour, her eyes should recover.

  He hoped that by then, Jean wouldn't be blaming himself too much.

  After all, he would be brought back to Parma in an hour, and everyone was waiting for him.

  After Vincent left, Lilia was lying on the bed feeling so tired.

  But she didn't want to sleep today, so she pressed hard on her nails, trying to stay awake.

  She didn't know the reason and she was very confused.

  Where did Jean go and when did he go?

  Despite her willpower, she still ran out of energy after suffering severe pain. In less than ten minutes, she finally fell asleep.

  At the same time, the convoy drove slowly from the Genetics Institute to Surabaya Airport.

  The weather was clear and good today. The convoy arrived at the airport entrance in half an hour.

  Along the way, Vincent's face looked grim, until he got out of the car and asked angrily, "Where do you keep my Fornasari?"

  Lately, Vincent had been too focused on how to trick Jean back into Parma, but he forgot to ask about his precious car.

  By this time, they all had reached the airport entrance. Vincent looked around but he didn't see his car anywhere.

  Jean's cold eyes stared at him faintly. "Is this important?"

  "Nonsense!" Vincent was full of displeasure. "The car is the only one in the world, how could it not be important!"

  "I also have a wife, and she is the only one in this world."

  Vincent choked.

  This was his own gall hole for messing with Lilia's eyes.

  Vincent dropped his chair angrily. "How could the two stand equal! I already said that her eyes will be fine! Jean, you are a jerk!"

  "A jerk?" The man repeated his last word, the smile on the corner of his mouth grew colder. "Get out of the car."

  After speaking, the driver quickly walked in front of the car and opened the backseat's door for him.

  Jean took the lead to get out of the car. He was wearing a gray wool coat and trousers of the same color, standing on the cold asphalt, as if leaving the world alone.

  Vincent got out of the car with the package of medicine and sighed. "Jean, don't blame me. You've been away for a long time and everyone has been looking for you since then. When you come back this time, everyone will greet you warmly. Are you really that angry?"

  "Well, not that much," The man replied indifferently.

  However, Vincent clearly felt that he was speaking ironically.

  Up ahead, a private jet was seen parked. Vincent glanced at him as he walked. And when he took back his gaze, he felt something wasn't quite right!

  How did the logo on the jet look so much like that of his older brother's?

  Vincent's heart suddenly pounded loudly.

  The wind was blowing so strong that he couldn't open his eyes.

  He absently rubbed his eyes and walked forward two steps quickly. But before he could see signs on the fuselage clearly, the ladders fell slowly and a figure of a man standing could be seen……

  Yikes!

  Was this an illusion? Why was his elder brother here!

  As soon as Vincent saw the figure, he unconsciously wanted to run.

  However, when he had just turned around, nearly twenty bodyguards blocked his way.

  Vincent stiffly looked at the man beside him. "Jean, you betrayed me!"

  He wondered while he was still on the road earlier. Why took the convoy to the airport? It turned out that these guards were aiming to prevent him from running away!

  The man rolled his eyes lightly, bumped into Vincent's accusing gaze, and teased his lips playfully. "Of course not, this is a gift for you."

  'You have endangered my woman's life, how could I possibly let you escape from hell?!!'

  "Jean, I didn't expect you to be this kind of friend! Why are you doing this to me?!"

  Vincent was so angry and he wanted to run away. But Jean brought so many bodyguards with him so he had nowhere to run.

  Jean ignored Vincent's nagging, he stepped towards the private jet and the man finally got off the ladder.

  He was tall and slim. He looked handsome in his fancy suit. His dark and indifferent eyes were shaded by his long eyelashes, and an ankle-length black robe covered his straight legs.

  He got off the plane and stood on the spot, exhaling a cold breath comparable to a winter breeze.

  Jean stepped forward, both of them were of the same height and aura.

  However, the opponent was clearly in a high position, with a tight neckline, and burning breath all over his body.

  He stretched out his hand, eyebrows and eyes alienated. "You have been away for a long time."

  Jean shook hands with him. "I'll leave him to you."

  The handshake only lasted a moment, then they immediately released each other.

  Jean turned slightly to the side, devoting his attention to Vincent who was scratching his head while glancing at another direction.

  His indifferent and cold voice engulfed the surrounding cold air, adding to his sinister look. "Can't you say hello to your brother?"

  Vincent broke out in cold sweat. 'Brother, here I come…'