Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 124 Evidence

Without hesitation, Emma sided with her sister-in-law, who donated bone marrow to her.

"Who is this Beatrice?!" she thought.

Christian pursed his lips, looked at the things in Beatrice's hand with a cold expression, and narrowed his sharp eyes slightly.

Beatrice quickly hid the extra bandage behind her back, and said pitifully, "I didn't. I just want to come up and asked clearly why Ms. Graves wanted to harm me. Since she had done it, why didn't she dare to admit it?"

She looked at Anastasia with an aggrieved expression.

Anastasia lowered her head and chuckled, walking over slowly.

Relying on Christian being there, Beatrice was not afraid of her and pretended to sob.

But in the next second, Anastasia snatched the additional gauze in the latter's hand, quickly stretched her hand, and wrapped it around Beatrice's neck.

Beatrice raised her head in shock and fell to the ground, face pale and in great pain.

Anastasia tightened the gauze, lifted it upwards, and Beatrice's complexion gradually became ugly.

Emma stood there in shock while Christian frowned and looked at her coldly. He didn't step forward to stop her, but his forearms were tense, and his expression was forbearance and restraint. When Beatrice was almost out of breath, Anastasia let go of her hand.

Beatrice was like a mud puddle, limp on the ground, holding her neck and panting heavily with her tears and snot coming out.

Only then did Anastasia shake her hand and say calmly, innocently, "I only admit it this time, and for the others, I don't know anything. Beatrice, do you think I'm weak, and you can bully me anytime you like? Don't you see yourself clearly and the people you have offended? You are just a despicable person that hated by everyone. It's such a pity that you didn't burn to death!"

As she said, she chuckled, threw the piece of gauze on Beatrice's face like garbage, and turned around to leave.

Christian looked at her with darkened eyes, then left the two people behind and chased after Anastasia.

Just as Beatrice wanted to chase after them unwillingly, Emma stood before her and said, "Why are you running? You hit me just now, and I haven't settled the score with you yet!"

Beatrice gritted her teeth secretly, not daring to offend the young lady, so she could only smile. "I didn't know you were Emma. When I dated your brother, you were still sick. If Anastasia hadn't used the bone marrow as a threat to marry your brother, we would be a family now!"

Emma folded her hands and snorted coldly, "Put away your pretentious face. I won't fall for your tricks. It only works for a blind person like my brother. I know you're a vixen and a pretentious bitch at first glance. We are all women. Do you think I will believe in your nonsense?"

Hearing that, Beatrice froze, and the smile on her face faded.

Emma turned around and left.

Christian caught up with Anastasia, and there were some unclear emotions in his eyes.

Anastasia looked at him coldly.

"Is there anything else? Do you want to question me again?"

He remembered the scene in the ward in the morning.

Christian pursed his lips, stretched out his hand to grab her hand, and gently rubbed her red palm domineeringly with no room for her to reject. His fine and sharp side profile appeared cold at the moment. Anastasia wanted to withdraw her hand, but he refused and acted forcefully.

"I know you hate her, Anastasia, but don't use this method. You will hurt yourself."

His voice was low and hoarse, and he looked at her calmly.

He seemed to see through everything, but he didn't say anything.

Anastasia's heart sank, but she withdrew her hand and looked at him coldly.

"She did it first. I'm just returning a favor."

She said and wanted to walk away. Suddenly, she stopped as if she thought of something, turned around, looked at him, and asked, "I have evidence that she bribed the waiter to set fire. Do you want it?" Christian was stunned and frowned as he said, "Yes. What are your conditions?"