My Wife Is An All-Around Expert

Robert's rage boiled over from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and without thinking, he drove his flashy sports car into Gabriel's

Hum mer with reckless abandon.

The instant the car slammed into the other vehicle, under the violent collision, Robert’s b*dy was thrown forward, and when he moved back, his elbow slammed into the car door.

He hissed in pain, intuition telling him that something was wrong with his left arm.

Gabriel sat in the Hum mer, unconcerned about the dents and abrasions

on his car.

Gabriel declared arrogantly and contemptuously to Robert, who was in the sports car, “You're like an ant trying to shake a tree. You overestimate yourself!”

With that, he drove off.

In a rage, Robert punched the steering wheel, and as a result, he hissed in pain.

When Patrick received Robert's call, Robert was sitting in an ambulance.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

The pain in his arm couldn’t restrain Robert’s loose mouth as he narrated. what happened. He said, “Patrick, you didn’t see how arrogant that so n of a bit ch was. F uck! He even gave me the middle finger and said he did it intentionally! | was f ucking about to ex plode! Once I’m discharged from the hospital, I’m going to kill that so n of a b itch!”

Patrick’s voice was indifferent as he said, “Then you are real talented to crash into someone only to crip ple yourself instead!” Robert was indignant, saying, “That’s because he provoked and hit met first! | think that son of a bit ch deliberately provoked me because we took your little designer with us last night!”

Patrick sounded a little lost for words as he said, “No more trash talk. What

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were you thinking to ram a sports car into a H ummer? Did you forget to bring your brain when you went out today? If you want to kill him, ram into him with a tank next time!”

Robert was originally quite aggrieved, but when he heard Patrick’s last sentence, he was humored, saying, “You're right! Next time, I'll kill him

with a tank!”

Patrick hung up and headed straight for the hospital.

Back in Megan’s ward, when Violet saw that Megan was asleep, she got up to buy the things they needed for their hospital stay. To the east of Summerfield General Hospital was a large supermarket, but to reach it, one had to go around the small alley next toit.

Violet was still thinking about how she would tell Skyler about Megan’s hospitalization when she heard a panicked voice from deep in the alley.

“Hurry up and drag it over! Don’t let people see! Beat him to death!”

Immediately afterward, there was a sound of punches and kicks mixed with a loud curse. “You are a hypocrite! Don’t you like to pretend to be a righteous person? I'll show you what you get for acting so righteous, you so n of a b itch!”

Violet frowned slightly. She didn’t have to think about it to know what was happening there.

She thought for two seconds, then immediately took out her phone, searched for police sirens on the Internet, and began to play it on a loop.

Holding her phone, she ran into the alley, shouting, “The police are coming!”

Panicked footsteps came from within the alley. “F uck! Stop what you're doing and run! The police are coming!”

“Hurry! The sirens are going off outside the alley!”

Violet heard the panicked footsteps of the people who seemed to have run out on the other side of the alley.

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She hurried toward where the group had just beaten someone up cautiously.

As she approached, she saw a man with a sack over his head lying on the ground, seemingly struggling to get out of it.

Violet hurried over and helped the other man remove the sack from his head.

Once the sack was removed, Violet didn’t expect to see the good-looking face that appeared before her.

Violet used to think that those who said that someone was beautiful like an angel was an exaggeration.

However, when she saw that person before her, she felt that this was not an exaggeration. This person was truly hand-crafted and adored by Go d to be so perfect.

It was a completely different type from Patrick’s angular, nearly suffocating handsomeness.

People are visual creatures, so Violet was a little starstruck for a few moments until the other party said softly, “Miss, were you the one who played the police sirens?”

Violet immediately came to her senses. She was surprised that this person wasn’t only good-looking but also brilliant.

She quickly pulled the other party to his feet, saying, “Let's get out of here first, in case that group of people return. That wouldn't be good!”

The other party nodded, and the two quickly left the alley.

Once on the street, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Violet saw the injuries on the man’s face, which resulted from the beating he had taken. She was a little worried when asked, “Are you okay?”

The man shook his head. “It’s not a big deal. It was just a few hits. It's nothing. Oh, by the way, | haven’t introduced myself yet!” r

He stretched out his hand and took the initiative to say, “Hello, I’m Abel Fuller. Thank you for doing what you did just now!”

If it weren’t for the woman before him, he would be in a more severe condition than he was now.

Violet was stupefied when she heard his name. Abel Fuller? Why did it sound so familiar?

Suddenly, a statement flashed through her mind, and her eyes immediately widened. “Are you the dean of Summerfield General Hospital?”

Alook of surprise flashed across Abel's face. “You know me?”

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