My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Laney tucked the knife away and pressed her hand against her bleeding shoulder. Gritting her teeth, she shot a murderous glare at Garret.

Seeing that Laney was injured, Garrett finally came to his senses. He ran to her and helped her stand up.

“I’m sorry. I was too slow. Come on. I’ll take you back to the hospital.” Laney sighed and shook her head wryly.

“I just got out of the hospital. Now I have to go back there again?” Staring at her bleeding wound, Garrett frowned and his expression darkened. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

“Don’t worry about that now.” In Laney’s eyes, it was best to solve the problem in front of them first. Cradling her wound, she said through gritted teeth, “I’m fine. Call the police. Let’s sort this out first.”

Judging from what had just happened, the woman’s original target was Garrett.

After mulling over it for a while, Laney asked Garrett seriously, “Who is this woman? Why did she try to stab you?”

exploded into tears. She thrashed her arms angrily and raised her head, revealing her pretty

with resentment,

type? She’s a fucking

hospital?” Garrett asked,

abandoned me and left me in the hospital. What kind of man are you? I hope you rot in hell, you bastard!” The woman gnashed her teeth and pointed a trembling

hesitation, his voice softened somewhat.

police first, and then I’ll inform your parents. No more

woman stared daggers at Garrett. She got up and rushed over to slap him. Fortunately, the security guards in the area had overheard the commotion and had

the ground, Laney’s wounded shoulder, and her paper -white face. Garrett explained the situation briefly

here and see it through. I have to