An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

Inside the bedroom.

Mrs. Hill's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"What?"

Lynn paused, thinking he had misheard.

Mrs. Hill buried her head even deeper: "Could you...do it on the other side too...?"

Lynn was completely stunned, and her cheeks twitched slightly.

No, this is just too incredible!

What hidden attribute has been activated?

I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already 10 a.m.

After thinking for a moment, Lynn turned around and stepped forward to gather power in his wrist!

It was a loud, crisp crack!

After finishing his cigarette, he turned and left.

He didn't have time to waste here; getting to the medical tent was the most important thing.

Behind her, Mrs. Hill, who had just been slapped, collapsed like a deflated balloon.

……

I left the room.

Lynn skipped washing up and went straight downstairs to drive to the neighborhood where Mike lived.

If we drive fast enough, we should be able to see a few more patients in the morning.

Those are all hard-earned US dollars!

He was truly terrified of being poor in this damned cyber hell.

Although the little money earned from treating patients through illegal means is not even a fraction of the explosive profits that Katie's borderline videos will bring in the future.

But that endless stream of "gratitude" is a rare and precious benefit that money can't buy.

Moreover, unlicensed doctors are just a transitional step.

Next, he has an even bigger plan to play against Mike and Kane.

[Adoration +50]

Just then, familiar light traces and small characters appeared before my eyes.

Ok?

50?

Upon seeing the admiration level, Lynn was momentarily stunned, even finding it hard to believe her eyes.

Goodness, a whopping 50 points of admiration! That's a new record!

Thinking of this, Lynn looked out the car window at Mrs. Hill's master bedroom.

Without a doubt, this was provided by Mrs. Hill; there was absolutely no one else!

He had previously wondered why he could feel affection for even Walmart plastic bags and tanks like Mark Henry, but not for Mrs. Hill.

Wow, so that's where they were waiting!

Just as I guessed, we must communicate and connect in a way that is both in-depth and easy to understand!

Soon, Lynn raised an eyebrow and his expression became slightly strange.

No, I didn't feel any romantic feelings after connecting so many times last night, and I didn't feel any romantic feelings either during the special wake-up call this morning.

It's a bit strange that I only received it after I had already left.

Suddenly, Lynn seemed to have thought of something, pursed her lips, and a very bold yet very reliable idea emerged in her mind.

Judging from the time...

Those 50 admiration points are very likely because of those two slaps I just gave you...

Thinking of this, Lynn couldn't help but look down at his palm, which was red from slapping too hard, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

If it's really as he thinks, he wouldn't mind slapping her a few more times next time.

It's not just about earning emotional points.

To be honest, it feels really good to the touch.

After reflecting on it for a while, Lynn shook his head to suppress his thoughts.

Women are just a spice; it's time to focus on my career.

Click! Boom!

With a thick plume of black smoke billowing from the old Camry's exhaust pipe, Lynn floored the gas pedal and sped away.

……

Second floor corridor.

Katie, sporting two large dark circles under her eyes, stood by the window, staring intently in the direction Lynn had driven away.

His expression was extremely complex.

There was a deep sense of doubt, a sense of skepticism, and a hint of disappointment and anger that she herself was unaware of.

As soon as it got light this morning, she kept her ears perked up, listening to the sounds coming from the stairwell, intending to show Lynn the finished product she had edited all night.

But after waiting for several hours, there was still no sound from the attic.

Just when he thought Lynn might not have gotten up yet, he saw through the window that Lynn went straight out of the first floor, drove away, and left!

The problem is coming.

When did Lynn come downstairs?

Was he so engrossed in editing the video that he didn't hear anything, or... did that bastard not even come back to the third floor last night?

Katie bit her lower lip hard, her expression shifting unpredictably.

Only after Lynn's car had completely disappeared from sight did she step downstairs in her slippers, her feelings extremely complicated.

Coincidentally.

Just as I reached the corner on the first floor, I bumped into Mrs. Hill, who was coming out of the master bedroom.

The two locked eyes.

An eerie silence filled the air.

Mrs. Hill's face was so rosy it looked like it could drip water, and her eyes were full of spring-like joy.

Even the most expensive Los Angeles luxury skincare products can't replicate this flawless complexion, nourished by love.

The moment their eyes met, she guiltily looked away, unable to meet her daughter's gaze.

"Oh... Sweetheart, you're awake. What would you like to eat for breakfast?"

Katie did not answer the question.

He stared at his mother's flushed face without saying a word.

A moment later, Katie suddenly asked, "Weren't you supposed to put some ointment on your butt last night? Shall I put it on for you now?"

"Oh! No need, darling!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Hill's eyes darted around frantically: "Oh, it's...it's alright now, it's nothing serious! I...I'll go fry some bacon for you for breakfast!"

After saying that, Mrs. Hill hurriedly disappeared into the kitchen as if fleeing.

Apply ointment? Don't be ridiculous.

Even if you beat her to death now, she won't let Katie apply the ointment for her.

the reason is simple.

The pimple just happens to be right next to my butt, so if Katie applies the ointment...

Then the other party will clearly see two red and purple handprints!

It was just left behind by Lynn.

If Katie saw this, she, as a mother, would rather just die right there.

For a moment, Mrs. Hill's mind was in a complete mess, and she quickened her pace.

As I quickened my pace, a searing pain instantly struck.

After a brief period of pain, a tingling sensation shooting straight to the top of the head follows.

……

at the same time.

Looking at her mother's obviously unnatural back view and her slightly awkward, pigeon-toed gait.

Katie stood still.

She pressed her pale lips tightly together and remained silent.

……