Her Biliionaire Husband

Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 969-Veronica sneered. “What are you trying to say? That you harmed her by accident?” She slowly placed the teacup on the table. Picking up the teapot again, she poured herself another cup of tea and calmly continued, “Unfortunately, the law does not consider accidental harm to be absolved of guilt. Don’t you think that your words are meaningless?”

A woman’s appearance was significantly important. Ever since Shirley was wounded, she had lost nearly ten pounds even though she had never been chubby. Her once slender and shapely figure was now sickly thin, and her face was no longer rosy. The current changes in her appearance were comparable to a beautiful blooming flower gradually withering away due to a lack of water.

The brilliant smile that used to light up her entire face was gone. On the contrary, she seemed as lifeless as a man who had lost the will to live.

Veronica could not help feeling distressed by the sight.

Crayson took a bank card from his pocket and placed the card in front of her. “Here is 1 million as compensation for Shirley. Converted to Destorian Dollars, the amount is worth around 7.5 million. That’s enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life.” He believed that money was the best method of compensation.

She had just picked up her teacup when she heard those words. Her movement froze for a second, and she abruptly raised her head to glare at him with her dark eyes. The look in her gaze was clear and bright, but her expression was frosty.

Crack…

The teacup in her hands was crushed to pieces, causing the scalding tea to spill all over her hands; the tea was sizzling.

blink from the pain and simply threw the shattered cup pieces in her hand on the table. “Master, do you think Shirley needs the

‘Master’, the relationship between them had been alienated to

in frustration, “I know I was wrong, but I’ve apologized and offered compensation. What else do you want from me? All I have are these old bones. Do you want me to pay

table. Then, she took out a dagger from

in Veronica toward Crayson. From the moment he walked into the room, she had been trying to discuss matters related to Matthew. However, he avoided

easy way out. Thus, she could not help

him flustered. He stared at the dagger on the table with a wooden expression, the muscles in his aging face twitching slightly.

the past, Veronica would have reached out her hand to smoothen the wrinkles on his forehead whenever she saw him frowning deeply. She would also tug at

like an old man.

she was transported to more than a decade ago when she was still an ignorant child. She would playfully climb onto

from those good, old times. Everything used to be

the love between family members, although they did not share a blood relationship. She had fantasized about taking care of him in his old age; he would live to be a hundred years old, and she would push him around in a wheelchair even if he was immobilized. They would watch

unknowingly fallen apart at

hand to smoothan tha wrinklas on his forahaad whanavar sha saw him frowning daaply. Sha would also tug at