It was only then that Everleigh realized that her right arm was bandaged.

"Why can't I feel my hand?" She asked.

"Your hand is injured. It hasn't recovered yet," Christopher responded in a low voice and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

She nodded. That was true. She still remembered that when she was being slashed, she used her hand to block it.

She couldn't muster any strength in her right hand right then.

Seeing her like that, everyone couldn't bear to tell her the truth.

It was the same with Cecil. Although she said that she would not hide anything, she was afraid that she would break her promise that time.

"By the way, where is that person?" She asked about Yadreil. She was wondering where he was.

"He must have been arrested. Just focus on recovering. Don't meddle with other businesses." Christopher was still cynical. He wondered how she could bear to worry about others when she was in this kind of

state.

Everleigh smiled slightly. She just asked out of habit. It was not that she wouldn't hold any grudges to others, but she felt that this matter was a little strange. She had always treated Yadreil in a polite manner. Why would he point his knife at her all of a sudden?

At that moment, Christopher's phone rang. It was from Felicia.

His eyes became gloomy but he covered up his emotion when he raised his head.

"I'm going to take a call. Have a good rest," he said.

"Alright," she replied.

When Cecil saw the caller ID on his phone, she went out with him.

When they were out, she heard his voice that was as cold and sharp as a knife, "Are you sure it's her?"

"Alright, I'll go over now. I must teach her a lesson."

"I'll be right there." After saying that, he hung up the phone. When he turned around, he saw that Cecil was standing behind him.

She had a stern expression on her face.

"You eavesdropped on my phone call."

"This matter is different. The phone call just now, was it about Everleigh's incident?" Her tone was cold. Her eyes looked as if she wouldn't tolerate any lies.

He looked at her and nodded solemnly, "Yes. Alastair said before that Yadreil wouldn't become like that all of a sudden without any reason, and there must be a mastermind, so we investigated."

"What's the result? Who did it?"

"Josephine Bailey."

When Cecil heard the name, she was stunned. However, her anger surged into her mind after a moment.

"That b*tch, she won't stop if she isn't taught a lesson. I'm going to get even with her. I'm going to beat her up to the point that Madison can't even recognize her," she said as she suppressed her angry voice. If it was possible, she really wanted to shout but she had not forgotten what had happened to Everleigh.

"Keep your voice down," he said while glancing back.

"You're going to look for her now, aren't you?" She asked.

"Of course. Do you want to go with me?" "Of course, let's go." Cecil imitated his way of speaking and strode forward without looking back.

Christopher followed behind her and also had a stern expression.

This time, he had enough evidence to deal with her.

When they were on their way to meet Josephine, Theodore was already in the Bailey family home.

As for Josephine, she was caught by Moses. She looked at Theodore with tears in her eyes and kept on begging.

"Theodore, please don't do this. I only did such a thing because my love for you is too much."

When Cecil got closer, she heard that and became even angrier. Then, she shouted, "Josephine!"

When the people in the room heard the voice coming from the door, they all looked over. Theodore was the only one who didn't look over as he already knew who it was.

"It's you..." Josephine was stunned. She didn't expect Christopher and Cecil to come over.

Cecil approached her. Without saying a thing, she slapped Josephine in the face with all her strength. "You evil woman. Since you touched my best friend, I will skin you today." As soon as she finished her words, she kicked her.

Due to Cecil's background, she was familiar with martial arts ever since she was a child. Although she still had difficulties when dealing with a man, it was an easy task for her to deal with a woman.

On the other hand, Josephine had been spoiled ever since she was a child. She didn't know how to fight. She would use her mouth like a civilized person, but Cecil wasn't a person like her. She had always liked to fight.

"That's enough." Jefferson came in from the outside. Upon seeing that his daughter was beaten black and blue, he immediately became angry.

Seeing that Christopher and Theodore were standing aside with no intention of stopping Cecil, he became even more furious.

"Theodore, she's still your fiancee. How can you just stand aside and do nothing when she's getting bullied?" He asked.

"Fiancee? Does she deserve to be my fiancee?" Theodore's expression was cold, and the mockery in his eyes was deep.

Seeing that, Jefferson felt uncomfortable. He felt that there was something wrong with Theodore that day. Furthermore, so many people were there. What was going on?

"Dad, help me. They're going to send me to a mental hospital," Josephine pleaded.

"You're wrong. I'm not trying to send you to a mental hospital, but the doctors have diagnosed that you have a mental illness," Theodore cut her off and looked at the doctor he brought with him.

The doctor approached them. He took out his business card and a report. It said that Josephine had paranoid schizophrenia.

"Mr. Bailey, has she ever done violent acts such as throwing things or having an irascible temper?"

Hearing that, Jefferson was a little hesitant.

Seeing at how hesitant he was, Christopher and Theodore sneered in their hearts.

Josephine was his precious daughter and she was spoiled, so she naturally would've smashed some things to vent her anger in the past. Therefore, the answer to the doctor's question would definitely be yes. "Looking at you, she must've acted that way before," the doctor confirmed it.

"Dad, don't listen to their nonsense," said Josephine.

Cecil felt annoyed when she heard her voice.

Then, she raised her hand and slapped her, which made Josephine dizzy.

"It's not your turn to speak here. You 'murderer'."

"What are you talking about? How could my daughter be a murderer? It's impossible."

"You will know whether she's a murderer or not after you look at this," Theodore said as he asked Moses to give him the document with the information that he had investigated.

Jefferson picked it up and took a look at it. It clearly stated that Josephine persuaded someone to kill. The time and location of when she did that was also stated there.

"This..." He looked at the words on the document in disbelief. Then, he turned his head to look at Josephine, who was beaten black and blue.

She lowered her head and didn't dare to open her mouth again.

Cecil crossed her arms and sneered, "You ordered someone to humiliate Everleigh in the past. Now, you still weren't willing to give up and wanted to slash her to death. Josephine, do you not feel any discomfort in your heart?" Josephine raised her head and said with fierce eyes, "What right do you have to scold me? What's wrong with me chasing after my own happiness?"

"Do you think that what you did wasn't wrong? They were separated for so many years because of your scheme. Yet you're still so delusional that you think that you can get what doesn't belong to you and make it seem plausible too." Hearing that, Cecil really wanted to laugh.

How could she have the face to say such a thing?

"I didn't do anything wrong!" Josephine shouted without any care about her image. Her eyes were red with tears and filled with killing intent.

She didn't look like she had repented at all.

"Sure enough, she definitely is mentally ill. Having a conversation with her is such a humiliation to me," Cecil sneered. The angrier Josephine was, the more beneficial it was to her.

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