Sweet Divorce

Chapter 188 Wonder If His Luck Will Hold Up Next Time

“Watch out!”

Accompanied with an urgent cry, Rita’s body was sent clear.

The chandelier fell square on Liam’s body. Glass shards splashed everywhere, some clattering to Rita’s feet red with blood.

She steadied herself and looked up at Liam, who’d pushed her away.

The man lay on the ground, pale, a flower of blood blossoming on his injured arm, red against his white shirt.

Dazed, her heart leapt into her throat. “L…Liam?!”

Liam lay on the cold ground, gazing weakly at Rita. His bloodless lips curved triumphantly. “G…good, you’re not injured.”

He was this hurt, but still worrying about her!

Dummy.

Liam Wilson, you giant dummy.

Rita’s eyes reddened. “Don’t speak or move around, you dummy. I’m calling the police now. I’m calling the police right now.”

The more she panicked, the more her hand shook.

Before she could dial the full number, the man had fainted from his wounds.

“Liam? Liam!”

Seeing the lack of reply, Rita grew even more panicked.

She looked up pleadingly at Noah and Zoe, who were standing around dazed. “Mom, Dad, help me carry Liam to a car, I need to get him to a hospital!”

Everyone was still taken aback at how suddenly it had happened.

Hearing Rita say that, everyone in the household recovered their wits and came up to help.

From Rita and Liam arriving at the Brown household to things taking such a drastic turn and them rushing to the hospital, everything had taken place within the span of ten minutes.

Even Zoe couldn’t react in time to the suddenness of the scenario, and she’d hadn’t even had a chance to make her case for Charlotte because of Liam’s accident.

But she wasn’t about to give up. To save Charlotte, she followed them to the hospital with no room for anyone in her way.

Outside the surgery room.

Liam had been in there for half an hour without coming out. Rita wrung her hands, uneasy.

At that moment, her phone rang.

the words “Michael Burke” on the

was Michael doing calling her at a time

it couldn’t be good if

a full plate worrying about Liam’s condition, she wasn’t about to let Michael add

Michael doggedly sent

tapped on the screen, and Michael’s message rolled

received my

Present?

What present?

staring at her phone in bewilderment when Michael sent

but I wonder if his luck will hold

narrowed, and her rage erupted in a

but this text proved to her that things weren’t that

been Michael

do such

the person Michael should have taken revenge on should

the contents of his text, he was clearly targeting

Why was that?

and enjoyed seeing Liam get wounded, so

into space, Rita returned

the line, Michael leant against his sofa, his narrow black eyes full of some indescribable emotion when

air for several seconds before

what it is you want

accusation, Michael laughed out loud.

he want

as Rita was, he knew she’d

as he’d expected, she did know how

that someone who’d been so mild-mannered and gentle could descend to such a shameless

“Quit dreaming. I’ll

I can’t guarantee that Liam will be lucky enough

bastard!” Rita gnashed her

you don’t come, then who knows if

for the law, Michael? Try anything

world go round? I’ve got

he’d made his move,

going to give

“You…” For shame!!!

respond, Michael had hung up on

the line go dead, her temple throbbed with

a man sink so

wrong, Rita? What’s with the long face?” Amelia walked over on her cane, doubt

rubbed her brow and answered, “It’s

wasn’t telling the

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