Why Don‘t You Just Die?
She could twist and sugarcoat her words all she wanted, but the man in front of her would remain
indifferent. His grip on her neck did not lose any strength. Wendy almost exhausted all her strength and
struggled to barely breathe, but she still refused to admit what she had done.
Now that Byron was already treating her so cruelly when he was just suspicious of her, what would he
do to her if she admitted it?
Wendy‘s face turned blue and purple, and her chest heaved from breathing difficulties. Luther came up
to Byron for fear that his boss might end someone‘s life. He hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.
“Sir, please let her go now. If you go further, she‘ll die!”
Byron still had no intentions of letting go. Wendy had no doubt that the person in front of her would just
strangle her to death. In the end, Luther bravely stepped forward to intervene and pry his master‘s
hand off Wendy‘s neck Wendy was already worn out. As soon as the hand on her neck was released,
she collapsed directly to the floor, panting heavily. Byron slowly regained his composure and looked
coldly at the person sitting on the floor.”
Since you like acting, then carry on with the act. When Estie gets better, I‘ll ask her. If she confirms that
it‘s you, I‘ll make you pay for this!” After speaking, he turned around and strode away.
Luther quickly followed.
Wendy sat on the floor with both hands on her neck. Tears of terror poured out uncontrollably, but her
face was full of resentment.
‘Why didn‘t that little bastard just die?‘ Now, she had to live in fear that the little bastard would identify
her! Thinking of what might happen in the future, Wendy panicked. After coming out of Wendy‘s house,
Luther got into the car after his master. The car was in complete silence. After a few seconds, Luther
asked cautiously, “Master, are we going to see Little Lady?” Byron put away his anger and ordered in a
deep voice, “Head back to the manor.” Although Luther was puzzled, he still obeyed and drove to
Lawrence Manor. “Wait here,” Byron ordered and got out of the car by himself. After a while, he strode
out again with a dark jar.
After getting in the car, he instructed Luther, “Go to Rosalie Jacobs‘ place.”
Luther nodded.
After Byron left, Rosalie felt heartache as she looked at Estie lying on the bed. She got Lucian and Nox
to accompany the little girl. Then, she went downstairs to get the medicine box. She carefully applied
ointment onto Estie‘s bruise.
The two little boys tried their best to be goofy around the little girl, but they did not get a response in the
end. They were a little disappointed. Rosalie stroked their heads. “She‘ll slowly get better. You have to
be patient.” Hearing this, the two little guys nodded obediently and turned back to their room reluctantly.
Rosalie then gently lulled Estie to sleep. As she was about to turn down for the night, the doorbell rang
downstairs.
Rosalie went downstairs and glanced below in confusion. When she saw the person who came, she
felt even more puzzled. “I thought you had something to do? Why are you back?” He nodded deeply. “I
went back to get medicine for Estie. Could you help her for me?”
After speaking, he handed the ointment to Rosalie. Rosalie took the jar and glanced at it. She
recognized that the imported ointment was good for bruises but incredibly expensive and rare.
She thought that the man had chosen work over his injured child and left Estie with her. However, she
was mistaken. She did not expect that the man actually went to get medicine for Little Estie.
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