Daddy’s Doting Addiction

Chapter 17

"Great acting." Jack snickered mockingly.

"So, you think I planned all this?" Naomi's nose was sore. She bore through the grievances she felt and asked Jack.

"Stop pretending! You and I are done!" Jack looked at her in detest. He coldly turned around, picked Old Mister Hough up, went around her, and got in the car. He did all this as if she did not exist!

At that moment, Naomi's heart hurt, like a knife stabbing into her. Finally, she could not hold back anymore. Tears started forming in her eyes.

"Someone, come and escort this b*tch out!" Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

After Jack and the rest left, Andrea smiled maliciously.

"There is no need! I'll leave!" Naomi swept Andrea a cold glance. She turned around and rubbed her reddened eyes before striding away.

"Hmph! Don't you dare think of marrying into the Houghs! You're not worthy of it!" Andrea mocked coldly, looking at Naomi leaving.

At that moment, Andrea got a phone call from Clarissa. "Andrea, I'm worried for you. Did you do anything stupid? Is everything alright?"

Once the call went through, Clarissa pretended to be concerned for Andrea. Andrea said smugly, "What could go wrong? I took things into my own hands! A few photoshopped photos scared her right off! Right now, my grandfather has been sent to the hospital because of her. Jack loathes her to death now. He won't even think about marrying her anymore!"

"Is that so? If Jack is willing to marry Naomi, I'm sure there must be some mutual feeling involved, right? Once he calms down, maybe they might reconcile? Don't listen to me, I'm just babbling. I'm sure Jack won't defy Old Mister Hough."

Upon hearing Clarissa's words, Andrea immediately frowned. "You reminded me. I have to find a solution to get rid of her for good!"

"Andrea, don't do anything silly! Let's just forget about this."

"It's fine, Clarissa. I'll act appropriately. It's because you're too kind, that is why you lost the chance to marry Jack! I'll fight for you!" Andrea was still under the impression that Clarissa was worried for her. After hanging up the call with Clarissa, Andrea made another call.

It was now getting dark. Naomi was limping along the stone path between the buildings. She dressed up formally when she arrived, so she wore stilettos. She never thought that things would end up this way. She then went home alone.

She was in a private estate. It was so secluded that she could not even hail a taxi. She walked for almost three hours to see the exit. Her legs were blistered and bleeding.

"Damn it! Jack Hough! You wait and see! You better wish I don't see you again in the future!"

Naomi was angry and in pain. She walked as she cursed Jack to relieve herself of the anger.

At that moment, a few thugs sneakily surrounded her. A blond thug got in her way. He said perversely, "Hey, baby, why are you alone so late at night? Do you want to have some fun with us?"

"Leave or I'll call the police!" Naomi annoyedly brushed past the blond thug. She was still in an irritated mood.

However, not only did the thug not let her go, he even deliberately bucked his hips toward Naomi. His words were vulgar. "Call the police! Do it! There is no signal here! The more you scream, the happier I'll be!"

Naomi instantly felt that something was not right. She was in Gin City's wealthiest area with extremely tight security. How could a bunch of thugs suddenly appear? Someone must have deliberately got them to come for her!

At that thought, Naomi pretended to be afraid and retreated a few steps backwards.

"Even if I die, you should let me die in peace! Who sent you here?"

"You only have yourself to blame! Why did you lie to Mister Hough, the wealthiest man in Gin City?"

"Hough? Which Mister Hough?" Naomi immediately widened her eyes. She looked at the blond thug in disbelief.

"How many Mister Houghs are there? Of course, it's Mister Jack Hough!"

Was it really him? Naomi's face turned pale in shock. Her heart broke into pieces. She thought that he was different from other men. Who would have thought that he was the most ruthless one!

Naomi chuckled bitterly. She could no longer hold back her tears as they fell from the corners of her eyes.

"Babe, it's late. No one will pass by here. You won't be able to run away." The blond thug hinted at his men with a look. They forced Naomi into a dark corner. The corner was a blind spot from surveillance. It was also Naomi's hell!

"Don't worry, we will treat you well…" The thugs sniggered maliciously while staring at Naomi's chest lecherously. They reached their hands out perversely.

"No!"

…

In the hospital, the lights to the emergency room were switched off. The door slowly opened.

Jack quickly got up and strode over.

"Doctor Sims, how is my grandfather?"

The doctor took his mask off, smiled, and patted Jack on the shoulder. "Don't worry. Your grandfather is lucky. His situation is stable now. There is no more danger."

Upon hearing that, Jack's tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

"However, Old Mister Hough was in real danger this time! If it were not for an expert kneading on his pressure points, he might not have survived the trip to the hospital! Jack, you have to let me meet this expert someday!"

Jack's expression was complex when he heard Doctor Sims' words.

"You mean, the kneading of the pressure points saved my grandfather's life?"

"Of course! Without it, if you were to move him, he would be in grave danger!" Doctor Sims replied seriously.

"But after she kneaded his pressure points, Grandpa passed out!"

"That's because your grandfather mistakenly had some peanuts, so his allergies flared up, which caused him to pass out. Okay, I'm going to go check on him," Doctor Sims said then left.

At that moment, Sean hurriedly ran over. He reported to Jack with a complicated look, "Sir. Mister Smith has found out. The new chef had forgotten Old Mister Hough's allergies and accidentally added a few peanuts into the pork knuckle. Old Mister Hough had indeed eaten something he was allergic to."

Sean looked at Jack's face, his voice got softer and softer.

"Who would have thought that…that…Miss Green did save Old Mister Hough's life. We have wrongfully blamed her…"

At the thought of Naomi's teary eyes and aggrieved look, Jack started feeling guilty towards someone for the first time in his life.

He took his phone out, found her contact, and dialed.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service…"