Chapter 741

Aaron Truman whipped his head around to stare at Cecilia Evans, his voice tight with shock and suspicion. "Did you take the property deed with you when you went out today?"

He suddenly remembered the scene he had witnessed earlier that day—Cecilia speaking in hushed tones with a strange man on a street corner, her expression evasive.

Aaron's brow furrowed deeply, his sharp gaze sweeping over Cecilia's pale face. "That man wasn't asking for directions, was he? You were discussing mortgaging the property?"

Cecilia's throat moved as she swallowed, her fingers unconsciously tightening on the hem of her clothes. "I... the deed... I didn't mean to..."

"Didn't mean to what?" Sebastian Truman let out a cold laugh, his eyes slowly settling on Cecilia. "Even if the Truman family keeps a low profile, no one in New York dares to provoke us lightly. The news reached me almost as soon as you pledged that deed."

Sebastian wasn't lying.

There was no need for Alexander Vance to get involved at all. The moment the people handling the mortgage saw the address and name on the property deed, they wisely contacted the Truman family.

That property was under Aaron Truman's name. It wasn't Aaron himself coming forward, but Cecilia secretly trying to mortgage it—how could the other party dare not inform the Truman family?

Sebastian stared at Cecilia, his tone heavy and cold. "What exactly were you trying to do by mortgaging the property?"

Aaron also looked at her, his eyes filled with confusion and pain. "Cecilia, didn't I say yesterday that I would handle selling the house? If you go for a mortgage, they'll definitely lowball the price!"

Cecilia lowered her head, her voice trembling. "...The two million you gave me... I... I put it into a fixed-term investment. I can't withdraw it right away. You said you needed money urgently, so I thought a mortgage loan would be faster than selling..."

"Then why did you hide it from Aaron?"

Sebastian asked calmly in return.

He truly couldn't figure out what Cecilia was scheming.

Aaron was selling the house to pay for her medical treatment, yet she secretly took the deed to get a mortgage—was she afraid Aaron would be reluctant to sell?

Cecilia bit her lower lip, her eyes slightly reddening. "I was afraid... afraid Aaron would feel ashamed. And that house is the only keepsake his parents left behind. If we just sell it like that, I'm afraid he'll regret it later. With a mortgage... when we're better off in the future, we can still redeem it..."

Aaron was immediately moved, grabbing her hand tightly. "Cecilia, you... you even thought of all that for me."

Sebastian, however, quietly observed Cecilia.

He knew something was off.

He had never particularly liked Cecilia, but Aaron loved her, and she had been relatively well-behaved after marriage, so he hadn't interfered.

Although he couldn't guess her intentions at this moment, Sebastian was clear—there was definitely a problem here.

He didn't press further, instead turning to Aaron. "Why didn't you come to me if you needed money? Did you have to sell the house?"

With that, he directly took the property deed, holding it in his hand. "How much do you need? From now on, all hospital expenses will be charged to my account. I'll hold onto this deed for you for now. The only house your parents left you—if you really sell it, where will you go to find a keepsake when you miss them in the future?"

Aaron's eyes instantly reddened.

His parents had died in a car accident when he was young. He grew up in the Truman family's old mansion, sharing a deep bond with Sebastian and working sincerely for him.

Sebastian had always taken good care of this distant cousin.

But Aaron always remembered his place in this family, always treading carefully, unwilling to spend too much of the family's money even when he fell ill...

He looked at Sebastian, his voice choked. "Big brother, Cecilia's illness... it's a special case. The costs are significant, I..."

"The Truman family isn't short of this money, and we have the backing of the Evans family. Don't worry."

Sebastian patted his shoulder, then gave Cecilia a deep look. "Since you married into the Truman family, you are a Truman. You don't need to shoulder fiSterlingcial burdens alone."

With that, he turned and left.

Aaron's eyes were moist.

Cecilia, however, stared fixedly at the property deed in Sebastian's hand, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

Charging all expenses to his account—wasn't this just to prevent her from transferring assets?

And that property deed...

Once Aaron died, Sebastian could rightfully take over this house, couldn't he?

Treating an illness wouldn't cost twenty million!

Sebastian's calculations were truly shrewd.

She bit her lip hard, almost tasting blood.

Aaron, moved, looked at her. "Cecilia, big brother... is truly good to us."

Cecilia forced a slight upward curve of her lips, her smile stiff.

Back in their room, she began to quickly calculate—once Aaron was gone, how could she secure more benefits for herself?

As she was thinking, Aaron walked up to her, his complexion somewhat pale. "Cecilia, I haven't been feeling well lately... Let's go to the hospital together for a comprehensive check-up?"

A flicker passed through Cecilia's eyes, a cold laugh echoing in her heart.

So, it's time to see a doctor? And he's still putting on an act, hiding it from her!

On the surface, however, she showed a gentle, concerned expression. "Alright, I'll go with you."

The two went to the hospital together.

To prevent Cecilia from feeling psychological pressure and to keep her from realizing he was the one who was sick, Aaron also underwent a full set of check-ups himself.

Cecilia found him utterly ridiculous.

Just then, two nurses walked past her, their low conversation drifting into her ears:

"That husband is so devoted... He's seriously ill himself, but he hides it from his wife and accompanies her for check-ups, just so she won't worry..."