All Chapters of Sugar Daddy's Favorite Cute Girl: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"You're really good at driving, Baby. Back when you were in the US, you used to drive on the highways a lot, right?" commented William, sitting in the passenger seat. His girlfriend was dropping him off at Fame Palette Artisans Co office, which was also where William would be staying that evening."Pretty often, Brother Willy. My boss used to take most projects outside of Massachusetts back then," Emmy replied as she steered the car toward her sugar daddy's address.This reminded William of Emmy's former boss in the US, who had once pursued her all the way to her house a while back. "Btw, how's Mister Knightingdale doing? Is he still in touch with you, Emmy?" William asked suspiciously. He was so possessive when it came to his beloved girl."After the fight at Brother Willy's house, he never contacted me again. Maybe so I could work properly and not get in trouble with you, Brother!" Emmy answered honestly. Finally, the new car William had bought earlier pulled up in front of the man'

On the ER bed at Abdi Waluyo Hospital, Emmy faintly heard men talking. She had been unconscious after being gagged with a cloth laced with sleeping powder, but now she slowly opened her eyes. The bright light on the ceiling made her squint."Ugh!" she groaned, closing her eyes again. Her body felt weak and lifeless, but her hearing was starting to return to normal."Baby, are you okay?" William asked, taking Emmy’s hand in his. His face was filled with worry as he looked at his young girlfriend.Emmy felt guilty for making William worry, and wondered how he had managed to save her from the three muscular thugs who had kidnapped her. "Brother, how did you get the thugs to let me go? Did you fight them?" she asked curiously."Yeah, I beat up the four thugs who kidnapped you. Mang Ali helped a little too. The doctor who checked you said there’s nothing serious. You can go home after this, but you should come back to my place with me, Emmy. It’s almost midnight your grandparents will defi

"All right, if you still insist on defending that girl named Emmy, that’s your choice, Will. But Dad and Mom have agreed. We will not approve of your relationship. Vanessa Tobias has been the logical and best choice from the start!" Mr. Garreth MacRay said after breakfast with his wife and son.The 37-year-old bachelor sighed deeply, turning to look at his father beside him. "What does a happy marriage really need, Dad? High social status and lots of money?" William asked seriously, wanting to know why his father thought Vanessa was far better than Emmy."Well, those things are needed too. Not because we live in a bubble, but because we still have to deal with many colleagues. It's about pride as a man and family name, My Son!" Mr. Garreth MacRay emphasized William’s responsibility as a MacRay family member who had to maintain their reputation in their social circle."We have different views on marriage, Dad. What’s the point of getting married if not to the woman I love? After all, I

"Good evening. Where is the patient named Emmy Estelia Setiawan being treated, Nurse?" William asked frantically at the patient registration desk. His breath was short from running."Good evening, Sir. The patient is having an MRI scan at the third-floor laboratory. You can see her later after the doctor treating Miss Emmy decides on further treatment!" replied the nurse who met William in the hospital lobby.The man responded, "Alright, Miss. Thank you for the information!" He immediately took the elevator to the third floor.In the MRI Laboratory waiting room, Grandpa Hasan and Grandma Dahlia sat side by side. William hurried over to them and greeted, "Good evening, Grandpa, Grandma. How’s Emmy doing? What did the doctor say?""Eh, good evening, William!" Grandpa Hasan replied.Grandma Dahlia explained what had happened to Emmy and her condition, according to the doctor’s initial diagnosis, which was a possible concussion and a broken right thigh bone. To confirm the diagnosis, Emmy

A month had passed since Emmy’s right thigh surgery, and she was now allowed to get out of bed. She had also started physical therapy every day with the medical team at Abdi Waluyo Hospital."It might take years for your leg to return to normal, Miss Emmy. Just be patient!" Sister Menik said, helping Emmy practice walking using the parallel bars in the therapy room.The girl nodded with a faint smile, having accepted whatever consequences lay ahead. The car accident had left deep trauma in her. Sometimes, when she saw hospital visitors wearing black leather jackets and jeans, Emmy still felt a phobia."Sister, when will I be allowed to go home?" Emmy asked, taking careful steps while holding onto the parallel bars."You can go home anytime. Tomorrow, when the doctor does their rounds, just tell them directly if you want to leave! You’ll probably need a wheelchair at first so the surgical wound on your broken bone can heal properly!" Sister Menik replied patiently.Emmy understood what