Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 69 Complaint Against You

Christian immediately stood up.

He was gloomy and irritable.

Charlie's identity made him a fool.

Now that the matter had been revealed, he didn't believe the story of Beatrice jumping off a building at first, but she cut her wrist again. Those things had almost exhausted his patience and trust.

But the shocking look in the photo didn't seem to be fake.

He couldn't sit here still when someone died.

He lifted his feet and walked out, calling the servant caring for Beatrice and Charlie.

The servant was also panicked.

"Mr. Patterson, the bathroom door is locked..."

After an hour, Christian sent Beatrice, who had already passed out due to excessive bleeding, to the hospital.

The servant took care of Charlie and couldn't get away.

Christian came and stood here by himself for a while and left when the nurse came.

His kindness and patience were not because of Beatrice but because of Donny.

On the next day, in the hospital.

Beatrice woke up and pulled out the tube on her body.

The doctor had no choice but to call Christian over.

When Christian appeared, Beatrice was lying there crying mournfully.

With a bit of indifference, he said, "I'm in a hurry. If you have nothing to say, I'll leave. If you don't cooperate with the treatment, I can do nothing. Charlie will be sent abroad."

Beatrice paused slightly, then said in a trembling voice, "You misunderstood me. I admit that when I was in the dance troupe, I made a boyfriend, but he said he was single, so I dated him." "But I broke up with him immediately after knowing his wife was pregnant, and then I met Donny and later became pregnant, and the child was also Donny's."

Christian's brows and eyes were calm, and his voice was cold.

"But the identification result is not the case."

He had no intention of prying into other people's privacy and was not interested in her private life either.

He just respected the ultimate truth.

Beatrice burst into tears and said excitedly, "There must be something wrong with it! If the result can be sure, Charlie may not be my child! And my baby was taken away by someone!" Christian's awe-inspiring eyes flickered slightly.

She got off the bed excitedly, fell to the ground, didn't care about anything, and went over to grab Christian's clothes, crying hysterically.

"I swear, the child I gave birth to was Donny's. The hospital at that time had a birth certificate and blood samples. If it was changed, there must be clues.

"Christian, for Donny's sake, help me..."

Christian's face was gloomy and serious, his eyes were dark, and he looked at her with his head down, without much emotion in his tone.

"I will investigate clearly. Beatrice, I hope you are telling the truth."

As he spoke, he pushed her away and strode out.

Beatrice was crying pitifully from behind as if venting her hysterical pain.

Not far outside the door, Grace stood there, watching Christian and a woman being close, trembling angrily.

"Look, does that woman look familiar?"

They were too far apart and couldn't hear what was said, but just looking at Beatrice, Grace felt something was wrong.

Chad squinted his eyes with a bit of disdain.

"Isn't that the kid's first love?"

Grace was stunned, and she gritted her teeth angrily.

"It's her, and she still has the face to come back!"

They never met Beatrice in person.

But three years ago, because of Beatrice, Lamia took her photo and cursed almost every day.

Now they saw the scene where Beatrice and Christian were entangled.

Grace walked over angrily and went in without knocking.

Beatrice looked back and saw an old lady standing there, and she thought she was a nurse.

She wiped her tears, sat on the sofa beside her, raised her chin, and arrogantly ordered, "Being old doesn't give you the right to work lazily. Go and make up the bed."