C2 A Hundred Days of Love for a Day
Daisy's frustration deepened with the realization that Emmanuel was utterly useless, and to make matters worse, he was deaf. No matter how loudly she berated him, he would just stand there, the picture of innocence. Initially, whether it was Daisy or his mother Georgia hurling insults, he seemed to take it all in stride, unaffected.
Emmanuel wasn't just deaf; he acted as if he were blind to the world, ignoring the scornful remarks and dismissive gestures from the other members of the Morse family. But over time, something changed. Emmanuel appeared to have learned lip-reading, countering Daisy's words with either a quick-witted retort or a dismissive jest, thick-skinned enough to cope with any of her taunts.
How could he be oblivious to Daisy's discontent? Yet, who could fathom the depths of his own?
The three-year period was drawing to a close, the last day upon them, and the seal that bound him was about to break. That catastrophic clash of medical prowess in the Immortal Cultivation World had nearly claimed Emmanuel's life. Left with no other recourse, he sealed his cultivation and medical expertise within his dantian.
A millennia of cultivation, all reverted in an instant.
Yet, as long as he drew breath, what was the weight of humiliation? It was merely the prelude to a fresh start. The cost of sealing his powers was three years of deafness, a lenient sentence by any measure. Had he not survived that fateful encounter in the Immortal Cultivation World, his spirit would have been shattered.
Surviving was a stroke of fortune. Becoming the Morse family's son-in-law and enduring their contempt was a trial; he was deaf, not blind. To them, he was nothing more than a freeloader, a waste of space.
But with the seal's release, he could begin his cultivation anew, reclaiming both his powers and his medical skills. For Emmanuel, this was a silver lining amidst misfortune.
"Emmanuel, you better listen up..." Daisy glared at him with intensity. Realizing the futility, she cleared her throat, "Whether you can hear me or not, Avery, the son of Harmony Pharmaceuticals Group's president, is visiting us soon. I expect you to stay out of the way and avoid causing any trouble."
"The fate of Anlesque Pharmaceutical hinges on this visit from Avery!"
Daisy let out a soft sigh, casting a glance at Emmanuel with a slight furrow in her brow. She had lost all hope in her good-for-nothing husband.
With the seal now lifted, Emmanuel could hear every word Daisy uttered with crystal clarity, and it tugged at his heart.
It must be said, if looks could be rated out of a hundred, Daisy would easily score above ninety-eight.
Enduring three years of humiliation and hardship in another's home was indeed demeaning.
Despite his complaints, he couldn't forget that three years ago, when he was gravely injured and on the brink of death, a wandering Taoist insisted on bringing him to the Morse family, claiming he would be a "promising husband" who could bring good luck and prosperity to them. As a result, Georgia was tempted and accepted him as her son-in-law. If it hadn't been for the Morse family's willingness to take him in, he would have perished on the streets.
He was aware that Daisy had never truly accepted him in her heart, nor had they ever shared a bed. Yet, since he had joined the Morse family, Daisy had fulfilled her wifely duties, seeking out renowned doctors to treat his illness and never once turning him away. At the very least, she had allowed him to survive under the Morse family's roof.
After marrying into the Morse family, he had not only failed to contribute to their rise but had also played a part in bringing Daisy’s company to the brink of collapse. If not for this, he wouldn't have been subjected to such disdain.
In the eyes of Georgia, Emmanuel had gradually transformed from a lucky star to a curse, and even Daisy's "scourge." Anyway, all manner of spiteful words had been thrown his way.
Yet Daisy was different. Whether in name or in fact, they had taken an oath to be committed to each other, and that meant something to Emmanuel.