Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart
Chapter 785 Good Cop, Bad Cop

Arthur glanced at Harold's ward and said to Jean in a low voice, "He has a heart problem and he's irritable and proud, which makes his heart problem worse."

He paused and continued, "If he can keep his mood stable, he will be fine. But if he keeps being angry, he might have heart attacks."

Jean pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

She didn't think Harold would change. He hadn't changed in years.

Arthur comforted her, "I will go in and talk to him later. Don't worry."

Harold soon woke up, the doctor left after he checked on him. Arthur and Jean stayed in the ward.

Looking at him lying on the hospital bed, Arthur said frankly, "Mr. Hilgard, the doctor has told you about your situation now. It is your choice now to choose either your health or your pride."

Harold didn't say anything and Arthur continued. "Jean and I have gotten married, it's settled. Moreover, I can swear that we will never get divorced. We will spend the rest of our lives happily together. You can choose between accepting it and living in harmony with us and keeping making scenes and damaging your own health. It's all your choice."

Arthur's words made Harold pissed and he felt pain in his heart again.

Was Arthur trying to piss him off?

He didn't intend to save him any face. How could he imply that he was a proud and stubborn man? How could he threaten him?

Standing beside him, Jean took a look at Arthur and was surprised that he would be so straightforward. But then, she sighed with relief. Perhaps this might actually work. If Arthur said what Harold wanted to hear, it might only make Harold more arrogant.

Maybe because Harold had been exhausted because of the previous incidents, or maybe because he felt hopeless after Arthur and Jean got married, after a few gasps, he closed his eyes in distress. Arthur and Jean looked at each other and they both knew it meant Harold had compromised. It seemed that Arthur's strategy worked.

At this moment, Arthur said to Harold in a sincere tone, "But Mr. Hilgard, we got married without your consent. It was indeed our fault. Jean and I had planned to visit you and apologize tomorrow, we didn't expect you would get the news so fast."

Arthur's words agitated Harold. After playing the bad cop, he was trying to play the good cop now?

He sat up from the bed to glare at Arthur and then lay back on the bed again.

Seeing this, Arthur walked over to take his pause. At first, Harold didn't want him to touch him, but at the thought that he might die, he had to give up.

As Arthur was taking his pause, he said with a smile, "Mr. Hilgard, I have saved your life by giving you first aid, can you at least give me a smile?"

Hearing his words, Harold couldn't believe what he had heard and widened his eyes in anger.

First, he threatened him, and then, he apologized. Now, he was asking for a return? What kind of man did her daughter marry? He was so shameless! How could he say he saved his life?

He wouldn't even have passed out if they hadn't gotten married secretly!

He wouldn't have had a chance to save his life!

Thinking of this, Harold cursed, "You shameless bastard!"

Then, he looked away.

Arthur let go of his wrist and said seriously, "If you keep going on mood swings, no one could save you."

Harold pursed his lips and stared at Arthur, who continued, "If you think I was lying, you can ignore my words."

Harold snorted and looked away without saying a word.

"The doctor said that you should stay in the hospital for two more days, just to be careful. It's getting late, you should rest now. Call me if there's anything, I will be here for you tonight," Arthur said calmly. Harold widened his eyes in shock, "Why are you staying here?"

Arthur replied in a polite manner, "No matter what, I am your son-in-law now. You are being hospitalized. I should be here taking care of you. Jean is a lady after all."

Harold got nothing to say.

Although he really didn't want Arthur to stay, Selina was still on her trip, she couldn't be here.

Moreover, they were still in a quarrel. Even if she was in Zoshalor, she might not come.

Although Jean was his daughter, she was a woman after all.

However, Harold didn't want to swallow his pride. "I don't need anyone to take care of me, I am just fine. Go! Leave! Both of you!"

He said, feeling annoyed.

Hearing this, Arthur was really about to leave the room with Jean.

Seeing this, Harold snorted. Didn't he say that he was going to stay? It turned out he was just saying.

He could even lie to him, let alone Jean.

As soon as Jean and Arthur left the ward, Jean asked, "Are you really going to stay here tonight?"

Because Arthur had told her that he would talk to Harold, Jean hadn't said a word just now.

However, she was surprised when she heard that Arthur wanted to stay here for tonight.

Harold always gave Arthur attitudes, if Arthur stayed, would they really get along?

"Of course, I meant it," Arthur said half-jokingly, "I have to take the opportunity to get him to like me."

Knowing what Jean was thinking, he said, "I know what you are worried about, but you saw it just now. He can't do anything to me, can he?"

"I didn't know you could be so thick-skinned," Jean said in a resigned tone when she thought of the conversation between Arthur and her father just now.

She had to admit that Arthur was good. Harold choked on his words just now.

Arthur hugged her and smiled. "I am willing to do anything as long as I can get him to agree to our marriage so that we can live happily after."

Jean held him and tears welled up in her eyes.

Arthur had always been a proud man in her heart, and now he was willing to do this for her. She felt sorry that she got him into this mess and hoped he could get rewarded for what he had done.

"Go home and sleep, I will be here," Arthur said to her, "Don't tell Mrs. Hilgard about this, she should be having fun now."

"Okay," Jean said. After thinking for a while, she continued, "I have few words to talk to my dad in private."

She thought she couldn't let Arthur do all the work here, should do something as well.

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