Chapter 5 The Scott Family's Rules

"Since Mr. Scott has been married and Mrs. Scott can work, naturally, the family will not provide any financial support, and it is already an exception to offer you a place to live," answered the housekeeper steadily.

"What kind of exception is that? The Scott Family are cold-blooded, aren't they?" Violet cursed in her mind.

Violet took a deep breath and managed a smile, "So... I have to look after my husband on my own. Is that what you mean?"

The housekeeper replied in a smile, "As you said, take care of him for a lifetime."

Looking at his irritating face, Violet wanted to punch him and rip him off.

"Mrs. Scott, with the help of the Morris Family, I don't think it will be troublesome. It's late. Good night." After finishing that, he turned and strode away.

"Wait, what if I divorce or leave him?" In her last life, it was not until three years later that Julian could recover!

"As I said, it's an exception to shelter you. As for divorce, the prenuptial agreement provides that only Mr. Scott has the right to initiate the divorce. So, Mrs. Scott, don't waste your efforts on it. It's in vain," said the butler without turning around.

"What an asshole." Violet gave a kick towards his back.

"Given the Scott Family's standoffish attitude, did Julian pull through by himself in his last life?

"No wonder he did that when he recovered. The Scott Family deserved it!"

"Julian did not deserve mercy either."

She had no intention to run away this time. She would ask him for a divorce after she got his forgiveness. In her eyes, Julian would agree as he hated her so much.

Violet took Dollar to her room and rubbed his ears, "Great job, Dollar! Did Mommy hurt you?"

Dollar whimpered and nuzzled her hand.

"I'm sorry. Here is a reward for you." Violet presented him with a ham and stroked his head again.

Then she heaved a helpless sigh, "Gotta go change the boss's clothes."

Violet went back to her room, took a set of clothes out of the wardrobe, and stood next to Julian, calling out, "Mr. Scott?"

Julian's eyes twitched invisibly.

Violet caught the small movement of his eyes and knew he was still awake, "Shall I start changing you?"

She reached out to undress him, but somehow, she felt like she was 'bullying' him when she saw his closed eyes.

"What am I thinking? He's my legal husband now. Changing his clothes is nothing."

Violet quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and the sickly pale upper half of his body was revealed to her.

The waist was slender, with the vague outline of six-packs.

Further up were his broad but slightly thin shoulders.

"Does he really have no feeling in his body?" Violet curiously poked one finger at his waist.

The first time she touched it, the cool, delicate, soft, jelly-like touch made her hands shake.

"Is it because his muscles have all dissipated after his being bedridden for so long that his skin is even softer than mine?"

Violet glanced at her fingertips, which were inexplicably tinged with pink.

She looked up sheepishly at Julian's face, but he did not react in the slightest.

Violet breathed a sigh of relief.

Julian could barely contain the rage in his heart, "Once again?"

"It's so outrageous of the woman to tease a paralytic like me."

Violet had already started to undress him, lifting his arms one by one, taking off both sleeves, then trying to pull his shirt out, but it did not budge at all.