My Supermodel Wife

Lilia took out her cell phone from her pocket and then looked at the caller ID, her laughter instantly disappeared.

She moved the corners of her lips and put her cell phone to her ear and spoke towards Mellisa. "I'll be gone for a moment, I want to answer the call."​​

Before leaving, Lilia caught a deep gaze from her husband. She replied with a faint smile and clear eyes, trying to convince him that she was going to be okay.

Lilia passed through the living room and walked to the entertainment room on the other side.

The room was arranged very neatly, there were several fitness equipment, a sauna and a ping pong table.

Lilia turned around and closed the door tightly, then she answered the phone without hesitation. "Hey."

"If you don't answer the phone again, I'll fly straight to Jakarta to find you!" Harold's discontent immediately came from the other side.

Lilia sat in front of the ping pong table, stroking the edge of the table with her fingertips. "Don't be like that, I've been busy, okay! Why are you calling me? Is there something wrong? What about public opinion? Is it out of control?"

She didn't give Harold a chance to comment, as Lilia herself was lazy about Harold's scolding.

After being silent for a while, Harold said with a smile, "I swear I've never seen an artist like you, Lilia! I called you because there were accusations that you were the mastermind behind Sara's car accident and how could you say you were busy and told me to handle everything alone!"

When Lilia rubbed the edge of the table for a few moments, her eyes narrowed a little. "So how, is there any update?"

Harold answered, "Albert sent several people from the agency to meet directly with the police who handled the accident. And fortunately, the police announced the details of their investigation. They said that this incident was caused by the negligence of a drunk driver. If you have time, you can check the announcement yourself," 

"By the way, there is one more thing. The official account of the social media manager recently released their list of blocked accounts. It includes an anonymous group and the haters inciting public opinion to attack your name."

Lilia could only gape, she forgot to answer.

Harold muttered two more sentences, but the content was nothing more than complaining that Lilia rarely updated her own social media account, and if she didn't show up quickly, she would be forgotten by time.

After putting down the phone, Lilia sat on her chair in silence for a long time.

In less than one day, all dubious rumors involving her had all been dismissed... Since when did the news media become so efficient?

It wasn't until the morning that the rumors about her being accused of being the mastermind of Sara's car accident broke out. Miraculously, a clarification from the police regarding the accident was released that evening.

Lilia kept thinking about it, and at this moment, the door that was tightly closed behind her was pushed open from the outside.

Mixed with the familiar smell of tobacco, a man's figure appeared at the door.

In the dim light of the entertainment room, Lilia looked back and ran into the man's gaze.

At this moment, like a video playing backward, she remembered what Jean had told her in the car this afternoon.

'The news on the Internet is constantly changing, maybe it will turn around at the next time!'

For a moment, Lilia felt that her misty gaze was being lit by a warm light. She then slowly got up as a figure of a man slowly approaching her was finally reflected in her eyeballs.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jean's lips curled up with a light smile, he raised his arm and his index finger lightly flicked Lilia's forehead.

Lilia grabbed his fingers, bit her lower lip with the tip of her teeth. She looked at her husband intently and whispered, "Public opinion on the Internet has changed course!"

Her voice sounded enthusiastic, but her heart was filled with eternal warmth.

The man looked deeper then touched her earlobe. "Have you seen the news?"

"Not yet!" Lilia shook her head. She opened the cellphone in her hand to open her social media, then muttered to herself. "No wonder you told me to calm down this afternoon, so you were moving from the start too!"

Jean looked at her affectionately, his handsome face was clearly tinged with a gentle smile. "Mrs. Widjaya, you are exaggerating."

"Who the hell praised you!" Lilia raised her eyebrows. When she lowered her head and rubbed her cell phone screen, she saw a clarifying video link and planned to take a look.

At this time, Jean pulled her back to sit on a chair near the ping pong table. His long fingers tapped gently on the table as his voice filled with determination came out. "Do you know who the driver is?"

Lilia's movement to click on the link stopped, she blinked suspiciously. "What do you mean?"

She frowned, it was clear there was something behind her husband's words.

The man's eyes became deep and dark, his thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was firm. "When I visited Sasha's house, there was a driver who worked for the Hiroshi family for a long time. But for some reason, he quit his job. It is said that he was deeply in debt because of his gambling habit."

Lilia listened to him with a serious face.

With suspicious eyes, she finally asked. "Then the driver who caused the accident… Was he Sasha's driver at that time?"

"That's right!"

Sasha's former driver was able to hit Sara and made her amputate both of her legs just for the sake of money. It seemed that this person was not a soft-hearted person.

She thought, why would that person be willing to throw his life in prison for nearly killing someone? Was life only for money? Or did he owe such a huge debt on Sasha that he dared to do so?

The more Lilia thought about it, the more dizzy she felt. Even if she went to the hospital to see Sara after her car accident, she knew that it was so tragic that she might not be able to see her condition anytime soon.

After a while, the man sighed as he read his wife's slightly heavy expression.

Jean slowly stood in front of her, placing his soft palm on her head and rubbed it gently. The man then pulled his wife into his arms and comforted her. "The ATM card from the savings that Sasha just opened was given to the driver's wife. The driver took all the responsibility for this accident alone."

Lilia was sitting with her forehead resting on the man's arm. She put her hand on his waist and hugged him. Then she looked up the next second. "Does this driver owe a big debt to Sasha? Or is he already poor from the start?"

Of course this question appeared in Lilia's mind as soon as she got the gist. Otherwise, how would that person help Sasha injure Sara with only 15 million?

Her husband lowered his head and nodded slightly. "He has four children and three elderly people in his family. It seems that their family has been stumbling and forced to live in poverty since they're trapped in a huge debt."

Hearing this, Lilia fell silent.

If it weren't for his gambling habit, that person might not have become Sasha's accomplice.

Lilia unconsciously grabbed onto Jean's cloth as she suddenly thought of something. "Did the police investigate the truth of the accident? Even if Sasha gave him her ATM card in person, there must be traces like toll bills or CCTV footage. If this is investigated, they will definitely be able to find the traces!"

Moreover, the ATM card was made in a small village a great distance away from the town where the savings were deposited. Combined with the situation of the driver's family and Sasha's movements, this should have attracted the police's interest and attention easily.

Jean thought about this, but the man said in a deep voice, "The Hartanto family have no intention of continuing this matter and have dropped their charges of the accident. Currently, the driver who caused the accident has been sentenced to three years in prison for drunk driving."

Sara might never have imagined that she would lose both legs in a car accident. 

A life that should have been filled with beauty suddenly turned tragic and full of misery.