My Billionaire Husband

Unfortunately, it was clear that Kyle was at least indirectly responsible for Carol's death. Diana felt indignant that he had behaved so severely while Carol was alive.

"Doctor, could you please not tell the parents about Carol's previous health issues?" Diana asked.

Carol had just passed. If her parents discovered how much she had suffered, they would be unable to stand it.

As Diana walked out of the hospital, her head was a mess. She didn't know what to do. Luckily for her, at that moment, Brian arrived at the hospital. He came straight to Diana's side and greeted her with a warm hug.

"What's the matter?" Brian asked concernedly.

Tears started falling from Diana's eyes as soon as she saw him.

"Brian, Carol is gone."

Diana couldn't help crying, her hands firmly grasping Brian's sleeve.

Brian embraced Diana. He hated to see her in so much pain; his heart was aching for her.

They stayed that way for a long while, just holding each other. Eventually, Diana tired, and Brian helped her into his car.

The lights were all on in Kyle's office. There was a pile of cigarette stubs beside his feet, and it was only getting larger.

Antonette came into the office with a panicked look.

"Ky..Kyle, what's up?" Antonette swallowed.

Kyle put out his cigarette and threw the stub on the ground. He thought for a moment, then calmly walked towards Antonette.

Without any warning, Kyle grabbed Antonette around her neck. His face was filled with fury. As Kyle's hands grew tighter, Antonette quickly became short of breath.

It was seldom for him to lose his temper like this, but when he did, it was almost uncontrollable.

Antonette struggled desperately and finally found a glass behind her back. With her last ounce of strength, she whacked the glass hard against his head.

At once, Kyle's head started bleeding like a pig. But it seemed that he didn't feel any pain. On the contrary, his smile became more ferocious.

"Antonette, you little bitch."

Kyle cruelly tossed Antonette to one side. She landed against the side of the coffee table, pain shooting through her leg and hip.

Kyle's voice rose, "Antonette, if I find out you had anything to do with this, I will kill you. And they will never find your body."

After that, he left the office, slamming the door behind him.

Antonette breathed deeply. There was a shocking mark on her neck from where Kyle's hands had gripped her, as well as bruises all the way up her leg.

Kyle is really losing it, she thought.

Diana woke up in Brian's bed. When she opened her eyes, she saw Brian sitting on the chair beside the bed.

"Diana, are you awake? Do you need some water? Or food?"

Diana feebly shook her head, "What time is it now?"

"It's six o'clock already."

Diana struggled to sit up. She guessed her parents had arrived at their destination by now. She picked up her phone and called her mother.

"Hello, mum, did you guys arrive?" Diana asked.

"We just got off the plane, dear. Excited to get going." There was a lot of enthusiasm in Mrs. Anderson's voice.

"That's good." Diana forced a smile. At least there was something positive happening.

Before Diana could say something more, her mother remembered what had happened outside the airport.

"Diana, watch out for your roommate, Antonette. Yesterday, she stopped us, I think she wanted to kidnap us! If it wasn't for Carol's help, I don't know what would have happened. You remember, Carol, your old childhood friend?"

The words felt like a bomb dropping on Diana's head.

"Mum, what did you say?"

"I said, be careful of Antonette. There is something terrible in that girl. You have to look after yourself." Mrs. Anderson was a little exasperated at Diana's innocence.

"Okay, Mum, listen, sorry, I have to go. Bye…"

Diana hung up, her mind spinning.

Diana recalled the last words Carol said to her: "The person who tried to kill me, it was A…"

Could "A" be Antonette?!

Diana quickly got out of bed.

"Diana, where are you going?" asked Brian, looking anxiously at her sudden movements.

"Police station," Diana shouted. She threw on a jumper and left the room.

Brian ran after her. "Okay, I'll go with you. Let me drive you. Just wait up!"

Diana accepted his offer. As soon as they got to the police station, she rushed inside to the policeman at the front desk.

"Sir, the driver in the Carol Jefferson incident, where is he now?"

"Miss, he has been sentenced to death. He was drink-driving and killed that poor girl." The policeman continued organizing some papers on his desk without looking up.

"Are you sure?" Diana asked desperately.

The policeman was growing impatient at her questioning.

"Why would I lie? The man is a degenerate. He was only released from jail from a previous offense a few weeks ago, now he has done this."

After that, the policeman closed the small reception window, then walked away into a back office.

Diana feebly fell to the ground and mumbled to herself, "How could this be?"

Brian helped her up. "Diana, maybe it was just an accident?" Brian suggested.

But Diana didn't think so. She said firmly, "It's not that simple. The last thing Carol said to me was that someone killed her."

Seeing how sure Diana seemed, a puzzled expression appeared on Brian's face.  "Who could have done this?"

Carol, a girl from a wealthy family, never offended anybody. Who would have laid their murderous hands on her?

"Kyle Norton!" The name escaped from Diana's mouth. Although she didn't have any evidence that Kyle was the perpetrator, he was at least indirectly responsible. He couldn't escape punishment.

Diana and Brian walked out of the police station. They were so distracted that they didn't notice the person who moved swiftly past them.

Antonette lowered her peaked cap and looked back. She was a little nervous. Were they starting to suspect something?

Antonette waited in the police station until finally a bearded, middle-aged man was brought out, escorted by two policemen. This was her man.

The man lost control of seeing Antonette sitting there.

Despite the risk, Antonette had to get her message across. She ran over and embraced the man, looking like just a desperate loved one. In his ear, she whispered, "Remember your son. If you say anything, he's dead."

Antonette let go of the man, who was nodding his head at her in deep reverence, then quickly left the station before any questions were asked.

In order to cure his son of a serious disease, the man was willing to do anything. Without Antonette's money, his son had no chance.