Joseph curled his thin lips mockingly, "If that's the case, what's the point of you staying here?"
With that, he left in a stride.
Maryam lowered her head, her hands on both sides gradually clenched into fists.
In the hospital.
Joseph looked indifferently at the doctor examining the wound for Mathew, "It's okay, the cut is not
deep. I will apply some medicine to it later and he will be fine after bind up the wound a period of time."
The doctor and Joseph were old acquaintances and asked with concern, "What happened? How did Mr
Mathew cut his hand?"
Naturally, he could see that the gap was cut by himself.
Joseph said lightly, "he is suffering from depression. You ask a psychiatrist to make an assessment for
him. If it is serious, let him stay in the hospital."
Hearing this, Mathew immediately retorted coldly, "Joseph, do you want to keep me in the hospital just
for Kathy? You can directly put me in a mental hospital."
Compared to his excitement, the man was calm, "Compared to home, the hospital is obviously more
suitable for recuperation, isn't it?"
Mathew stared at him and suddenly felt that this man was too strange, he took a deep breath, "Joseph,
I am your grandpa!"
He said lightly, "If you are not my grandfather, you can’t live at ease."
"Which eye did you see me at ease? Three years ago, I warned you to stay away from Kathy, but what
about you? What did you do? False divorce? Now you still let her stay in Joseph's residence, let her
appear in front of me every day."
"Then if you live in a hospital, you don't need to see her every day. Don't worry, our family have a lot of
money, so you will live in the best hospital..."
...
Kathy slept very late, and no one asked her to get up for breakfast today. Maybe Joseph did not come
back all night, otherwise he would ask the servant to wake her up every day.
After putting on clothes lazily and washing herself, as soon as she opened the bedroom door, she saw
Maryam standing at the door.
Kathy's gaze passed over her, and she went forward without any pause.
"Kathy." Maryam stopped her suddenly when she reached the top of the stairs. "Let's talk."
Kathy lowered her eyes, looked at the stairs one after another, paused, and smiled faintly.
Maryam walked to her, "Do you know something happened last night?"
"Your grandpa committed suicide?" Her tone was always faint.
"Do you think it has nothing to do with you? His depression was originally because of you and your
brother, and now you are driving him to commit suicide. Kathy, how can you be so vicious!"
Kathy turned her head, with a sneer hidden under her eyes, "I'm vicious, so what?"
Maryam put her hand on the stairs, her eyes were firm, and she lifted her chin and said, "Divorce, you
must divorce Brother Joseph. There is no place for you in this house!"
Kathy's eyes moved slightly, and she smiled softly, "Do you have any other tricks besides talking
nonsense in my ear every day?"
She stared into Maryam's eyes, "If you have the ability, let Joseph give me the divorce agreement in
person."
She mocked, "Or you can climb into his bed, then the man in charge of the Joseph’s Group, the most
powerful man in City N doesn't have to sleep on the floor every day."
Maryam's face turned red, but she quickly suppressed the anger. She raised her eyebrows and said, "It
seems that you still have a lot of thoughts about him. You know he killed your brother, but in fact, you
think that he did it because your brother killed his sister, so although you hate him, but in fact, you are
sure that he loves you?"
Kathy always looked at the long stairs below her feet, the expression on her face unchanged, and the
voice in her ears was full of viciousness.
Maryam smiled lightly, and spoke word by word, so that she could hear every word clearly, "I think you
maybe don’t know some things yet. For example...your brother was killed by Brother Joseph himself."
Kathy only felt that there was a pounding in her head, and the dense hot and sharp pain spread from
her body and soaked in all her nerve endings.
She raised her eyes and her eyes were cold.
Maryam looked at her expression and knew that she was really irritated. She lowered her voice and
continued, "The meaning of killing your brother by himself is that he shot your brother into the sea by
himself. Your brother was in jail three years ago because he was charged with rape. This was also
done by Brother Joseph secretly."
The girl’s young face was charming that not compliant with her age, "Do you know why your brother
went to the beach? It’s because of you. Grandpa said that Joseph would take you to negotiate with
him, so he went to there. Marlon probably doesn’t believe Brother Joseph will do anything in front of
you, but it turned out to be like this..."
Maryam still smiled faintly, "Kathy...even if he likes you a little bit, he is not willing to use you, right?
Your brother can be exonerated, but Brother Joseph can't legally convict your brother, so he can only
disappear forever. Don't you understand?"
Kathy's face was completely bloodless, she didn't know if she was habitually dizzy, or what she heard
made her feel unbearable. She breathed hard, but still felt that the air was too thin, and she may
suffocate at any time.
"Actually, your brother is more prepared, but he didn't expect to involve another faction, Darius, do you
know? He is there. Your brother has too many enemies..."
Kathy looked straight at her, her face was pale, but she could still smile, even Maryam thought it was
weird.
She said softly, "Maryam, the other faction, Darius, he can know that my brother is there because you
notified him, right?"
Her voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear. Maryam stepped back and pursed her lips.
"I'm just helping Brother Joseph and Grandpa. This is what you owe us. You must pay it back anyway.
If you want to find out who killed your brother, then Kathy, you are the one who is most responsible.
After all, your brother was schemed because of you."
She? Because of her?
If she hadn't been so nostalgic at the beginning and agreed to stay with Joseph, none of this would
happen...
Unexpectedly, when she was willing to let go of everything in the past and prepare to accept him again,
he gave her such an ending.
He killed her brother himself, and still used her.
Kathy suddenly laughed, "Mathew committed suicide last night because of depression. Is it also
because you want to drive a wedge between us? He just wants to drive me away now, how can he
have a depression..."
Before she could finish her words, two black-clad bodyguards came into the living room and pushed
Mathew in, his wrists were covered with white bandages.
And behind them was a handsome man who was tired and indifferent.
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