Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 167 She's Lying

Chapter 167 She's Lying

The next second, Beatrice could not resist picking up a cup beside her and throwing it in Romy's

direction with a ferocious face.

"She's talking nonsense. She's lying. She stole Jake. Christian, don't believe her. She's a liar! This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

"You want to frame me. Bitch, go to hell!"

Beatrice was in a panic. She even killed her mother to keep it a secret. Was it exposed easily by Romy,

whom she had always looked down upon?

In order to keep the secret, she sent someone to kill Chad and Grace to get rid of everyone who knew

about it.

But she still underestimated this bitch!

Terence's face turned cold little by little. His eyes at Beatrice were not so guilty and gentle.

He always thought it was a coincidence that Beatrice saved him, so he often helped her and even

risked offending Christian and Anastasia to match her and Christian.

It was ridiculous, wasn't it?

He looked down at Romy, who had a cold face, and his voice was low and deep.

"Is everything you said true?"

Romy looked up. Her dull eyes were as deep as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

She struggled with conflicts and pain, tortured herself, and wanted to torture him.

"Of course, it's true. After the car crash, she gave us hush money of five hundred thousand dollars,

which we used to pay my dad's hospitalization fees."

Terence's eyes betrayed his indescribable complex emotions. He looked at Romy with anger,

disappointment, and helplessness...

After all these years, had he not been good enough to her?

She lied to him, making him like a fool!

Romy turned her head to look at the gloomy Christian, pressed her lips, and said,

"And you are also ridiculous. Do you know what was going on about your family's car accident some

time ago?"

In an instant, Christian suddenly raised his head.

Beatrice was even more flustered. Her face turned pale, and her voice trembled.

"Romy, did you frame me because I didn't give you the ten million dollars you extorted from me last

time?"

Beatrice couldn't wait to prove her innocence.

It just proved that she had a guilty conscience.

Romy chuckled, completely ignoring her questioning.

She turned around. The window was open.

The cool night wind blew in, swaying the curtains up and down.

Romy suddenly wanted to free herself and jump out of the predicament.

"Frame? Beatrice, I'll wait for you in hell."

She smirked and glanced at Terence dejectedly. Then she turned around and ran towards the window.

Beatrice was not the only one who ruined her family.

Terence, the victim, lightly gave an order to forbid the treatment, putting her father in a vegetative state.

He was both the victim and the perpetrator.

Immediately, there was a bang.

The baby in his arms cried louder.

Terence ran over with a pale face, petrified.

In the dark, under the street lights, Romy was like a struggling but helpless rose, slowly blooming and

freeing herself.

Romy didn't finish talking about the car accident, but it was impossible for Christian not to be

suspicious.

Beatrice's nervous heart almost jumped out.

"Christian..."