Chapter 300 The Frowning Jessica

The chair indeed had no issue—it was Mason who had the problem. Emily glared at Mason as if she was looking at someone completely worthless. "Are you so weak now that you can't even lift a chair?" Mason needed an excuse, any excuse, no matter how illogical. "Who says I can't? I just don't want to. Why should I do it just because some country boy tells me to? What is he to me?" Emily extended her hand impatiently. "Give me your hand!" With a show of reluctance and disbelief, Mason asked, "For what?" "Just do it!" Emily commanded. "Squeeze my hand with all your might!" "Why would I want to do that? You're a woman; your strength is so limited compared to mine. If I really squeeze, I might just crush your hand." "Just do it! Why all the talk?" Emily gave her ultimatum, and Mason could hardly refuse. He squeezed with all his strength, but Emily felt nothing. "Is that all the strength you have? This is how you are as a man? Let's go to the hospital; I want a doctor to give you a thor