My Supermodel Wife

When Emma heard Chris' words, her expression immediately became tense, and her fingers hit the floor hard. "What do you mean?"

"Do you still not get it?" Chris sneered, his eyes filled with a sharp expression. "Of course we want to let you see with your own eyes that everything you cared about will be destroyed. And once it's all over, you're all alone in this world. Think about it carefully, isn't that very interesting?"

"If you dare to touch Jade… I will definitely kill you!"

Chris sneered disdainfully. "The most painful feeling is watching our loved ones die and we can't do anything about it, right? Have you ever imagined it before?"

Emma glared at Chris, feeling completely helpless.

She wanted to beg for mercy, but she didn't want to let go of her pride.

This time, Jean, who had been silent for a long time, stood coldly. 

"When the Sylvester family had already issued a statement that they would not interfere with your matters, I never thought that today's incident would happen. Now, do you think your family will save you? Your husband is just a side family's member who doesn't even have the right to speak. The two of you have dared to go against the main family's decision. That way… You guys don't have any kind of relationship with the Sylvester family from now on."

Emma still couldn't contain her emotions. When she heard Jean's sharp cold tone, she couldn't help but smirk. "Who the hell are you to say such a thing? How could the Sylvester family listen to you."

What an insolence!

Chris looked at Emma, ​​and shook his head regretfully. "I heard that Jean is an honorary citizen of Parma. And that the mayor of Parma has a close tie with him! Do you think he is not qualified to say anything about the Sylvester family?"

As the words fell, Chris stood mockingly and paced behind Paul, then leaned against the wheelchair's pusher as he said, "Father, let the bodyguards do the rest. I'm a kind person, I don't want to see blood on my clothes. Now it's time for us to go to the hospital to see Clifford!"

Paul turned and glanced at him calmly. Although he didn't refuse, his eyes were filled with hatred.

After a while, the three of them left the inn one by one. 

Outside the open door, Emma heard Paul's order. "Remember, you can beat the woman but don't kill her. Take her to the police station before three in the afternoon. Make sure the wound she sustained is the same as that of Clifford."

When those words were finished, the bodyguard nodded solemnly. "As you wish, sir!"

"Silly boy, why are you still inside?" Paul whispered into the room, with a hint of sarcasm and impatience flowing under his eyes.

No wonder everyone says that love is blind!

Looks like it's true! 

Samuel was also the head of the family, but in the end, he had been toyed with by a woman for so long. 

At the door, Samuel didn't say a word. As he turned and paced back and forth, Emma hugged his leg.

At this moment, she shook her head and helplessly pleaded, "Samuel, for the sake of the past, please save me! My husband and my son are innocent, they don't know anything, I did everything! You may hurt me but please let them go!"

Samuel felt his heart stabbed.

He raised his eyes and looked forward, then he lifted his leg vigorously and instantly overturned Emma. "If everyone was innocent, then things wouldn't be like this today. Emma, ​​don't die too soon…"

Samuel then slowly looked down and smiled, "In any case, I want to see your tormented face in the second half of your life!"

He left, and the guard came in and closed the door.

As they moved away from the room, a howl of pain escaped from within the room.

Unfortunately, no one looked back, and no one stopped!

She didn't know how she could survive after this, she had to suffer what Clifford suffered!

There is no clear line between good and evil.

In the end, it was nothing more than karma!

Outside the inn, Glen immediately threw out a cigarette and looked back at the sound of footsteps behind him.

He subconsciously peeked behind, but didn't see Emma.

At this time, Jean stepped forward, and looked at him calmly. "What do you want to ask?"

Glen shook his head, stretched his eyebrows and curled his lips. "Nothing, I'll follow your decision."

The man calmly took out a cigarette from his pocket. "I won't kill her, but the Sylvester family must punish her!"

Glen took a cigarette from his hand, bit it in his mouth, and said faintly, "My father already knew about this matter."

"The Sylvester family will confiscate all properties listed under her name and cut ties with her in the future. As for her injuries… no matter what the circumstances, the Sylvester family will not discuss it."

The man looked deeply at Glen. He didn't speak, and there was still a dignified look in his eyes.

What he was more worried about now was Clifford's injury.

...

Half an hour later, the group rushed to the hospital.

Clifford was still in the emergency room, where nurses kept coming in and out, holding bags of blood and sending them inside.

The report of his injury gradually became clear, the scapula was punctured by the pillar, and the ventricular artery was not injured at all.

But internal bleeding had occurred, consistent with the doctors' suspicions.

As for his badly crushed leg, there is a femur fracture in his left leg, and the doctor gave him an iron plate for interventional treatment.

His right leg was broken, but luckily, the situation wasn't too serious, so he was put in a cast.

As for his forehead that was affected by the bumper, a detailed examination had been carried out.

When Jean appeared in the hospital's corridor, Merry was still squatting in front of the emergency room, staring at the emergency lights with a pale face.

When a shadow appeared above her head, the little girl stared blankly and stared at Jean. After three seconds, she couldn't help but cry. "Brother…"

The man sighed silently, bent down and pulled her off the floor. He got her up, then scanned her figure from top to bottom. "Are you hurt?"

Merry cried and shook her head, and pointed to the emergency room door. "Brother, Wood is inside. I hurt him. ...You can scold me and beat me, but don't kick me out, I want to wait for him until he regains his consciousness!"

Her attitude made it unbearable to see.

The blood from the wound on her cheek had dried, her eyes were red and swollen, and her pants were also torn.

In fact, among all people, she was the most pitiful.

In the adult world, her birth mother suddenly forced her way into her life.

Not only did she interfere with her life, she even nearly lost her life because of her own birth mother.

She would rather hurt herself than seeing those around her suffer for her, especially Clifford who always protected her.

However, all the disaster she encountered came from her birth mother!

The little girl knew better than anyone that Clifford was Jean's most trusted right-hand man.

Now that he was seriously injured, even if Jean beat her and scolded her, she would not run away.

At this moment, Merry forced all the blame on herself.

She tried to hold back her tears as she stood in front of Jean, but her tears still fell uncontrollably.