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.

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

the relationship between them had been

from her pale fingers, he furrowed his graying eyebrows and grumbled 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

the drawer of the coffee table. Then, she took out a dagger from it and slammed the blade down in front of him with a loud thud. “I was just

he walked into the room, she had been trying to discuss matters related to

easy way out. Thus, she could not help losing her

reaction left him flustered. He stared at the dagger on the table with a wooden expression, the muscles

whenever she saw him frowning deeply. She would also tug at

like an old man.

but the old man in front of her seemed to change in appearance. All of a sudden, it felt like she was transported to more than a decade ago when she was still an ignorant child. She would playfully climb onto his back and force him to carry her around. She would even pull on his ears,

‘hear’ their hearty laughter from those

to be a hundred years old, and she would push him around in a wheelchair even if he was immobilized. They would watch the afterglow of the setting sun, the rising of the morning ray, and the sparkling blue

had unknowingly fallen apart

tha wrinklas on his forahaad whanavar sha saw him frowning daaply.