The President’s Five Children

With one sentence, Nicole’s dead center was successfully pinpointed.

Her expression tensed up, “Then what should I do, I really need this job, as you saw last time, my daughter is only thirteen years old, and there are many places to use money in the future.”

Lose this job and your daughter’s future is gone.

“Don’t be nervous,” Yembi soothed, “I’m still here, aren’t I? I forgot to tell you that I have now sunk my teeth into a surgeon’s degree.”

So, she was now rounded up to a doctor.

Plus, having been in the nurse’s profession earlier, she was much more comfortable dealing with patient emergencies.

Most of all, the most important point.

Right now Nicole had no other choice but to come to her.

“Then I’ll trouble you,” Nicole looked at Yembi with gratitude, “but can you promise me one thing?”

“Not to tell anyone about this, right,” Yembi gave an OK gesture, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell.”

With this promise, Nicole was finally relieved to lead Yembi into the attic.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

As soon as she walked in, Yembi almost gasped at the strong damp and moldy smell.

Nicole handed over a mask, “I was like this the first time I came here, it’s hard to get used to, but it gets better with time.”

Yembi reached out and took it, the mask was coated with a bit of minty freshener, which finally dispelled the suffocating feeling from the musty smell.

Taking a deep breath of the minty flavor, Yembi came back to her senses and asked curiously, “Can anyone really live in here, the only thing that could live in this place would be mushrooms, right?”

“Upstairs would be slightly better, besides, can that be considered a person, it’s just a monster.” Nicole replied.

If mushrooms grew on monsters, then no one would find it unusual, right?

Yembi couldn’t refute that theory.

Only had to change the topic, “It’s better to go up and look at that monster … no, see how that person is doing!”

Being led upstairs by Nicole, Yembi finally got a good look at the monster.

Even though he had already heard Nicole describe it, when he saw it with his own eyes, he still couldn’t help but fiercely suck in a mouthful of cool air.

Can this really … still be considered human?

Obviously the hands and feet were still there, but that appearance made Yembi feel that it would be better to become a human pig.

That person’s hands and feet were broken, reverse ninety degrees after allowing it to heal, then formed a very strange structure, coupled with that miserable face.

Yembi didn’t dare to think what kind of misery this person had suffered.

“Miss Ebot, get over here and take a look.” Nicole was calling out to her, “She’s got a nice big bump on her forehead, but it’s not bleeding, should that be okay?”

Yembi snapped back to her senses.

Lifting her steps, she walked over to the man and crouched down.

Reaching out and touching the large bag on her forehead, she spoke, “It doesn’t look like it’s anything serious, but the risk of a concussion can’t be ruled out.”

Ah?

Nicole became even more nervous, “What then, if there’s a concussion, will it affect her life and cause her to die early or something.”

But don’t be!

She really needed this job.

At the very least, she had to live until his daughter graduated from college, right?

“Don’t be nervous, I’ll do a simple check to see if she’s confused in the head.” Yembi said.

She righted the man’s face so that her eyes met, “Don’t be nervous, I’m simply asking you a few questions, you answer yes or no, if you can’t speak you blink for acknowledgement, no blink for denial.”

Taking a deep breath, Yembi began to ask.

It started simple enough, what to tell if she was a woman, to tell if Nicole was a woman.

The man blinked to acknowledge both.

Yembi continued, “Next question, are you Countess?”