Loveless Marriage
Chapter 107  I Don't Want That Daughter-in-law

As soon as Mr. Yannick arrived at the hospital, He was cornered by a crowd of journalists.

"Mr. Yannick, may I ask how is Henry Tristan right now? Is his life in danger?"

"Mr. Yannick, if Mr. Jones is paralysed on bed permanently from the stroke, will he serve a sentence out of prison?" "Can we go in and see Mr. Jones?"

"What do you think of Mr. Jones' sentence of only 10 years?"

Everyone was asking at once. Canon, as to protect the Mr. Yannick, was squeezed into the centre as well.

On the other hand, there were also many people shouting loudly. Discontent was written all over their faces. "You are a barrister, and you should use the law to punish those wicked. He must not be allowed to get away with it."."

"He's a judge yet broke the law. How many innocent people have been hurt, and how many wrongful convictions have been made? Tristan Jones can never be forgiven."

"He'd better die in the hospital, lest he continues to harm people out of prison."

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It was quite a chaotic scene. Even though Mr. Yannick was calm enough, he still needed to spent a lot time pacify those people.

Even the hospital security guards also rushed over to maintain the order, there were still some irrational people took advantage of the chaos to enter the hospital.

During his inauguration, Tristan not only embezzled money and engaged in corrupt practices, but also did many other bad things which hurt many people's benefits. Those people had always found it hard to meet him, but this time, they felt it was a fat chance.

Just then, Mallory arrived at the hospital.

Seeing the chaotic scene as well as those journalists and photographers, Mallory was stunned for a moment. She didn't get out of the car instantly.

"What's going on here?"

Lexie was a little surprised by seeing those journalists. But she was overjoyed at the same time, as someone did what she wanted to do.

"Obviously. They must know that Mr. Jones stays in this hospital, so they're all here to grab the headline."

The moment Isabella was exposed, as the daughter of Tristan Jones, her reputation would be ruined forever. At that time, Isabella could never be compared with her.

Mallory's face immediately darkened, "No, we cannot let those journalists get in there."

Then, she hurriedly told the driver, "Dan, call the police. Tell them there's a disturbance in front of this hospital."

Lexie stared at her blankly, saying stiffly: "Mrs. Miller, why are ..."

Didn't she hate that Isabella so much? Why was she helping her now?

The driver quickly took out his phone to call the police.

Mallory stared outside the window, her eyes revealing a hint of anxiousness. She then said, "If those journalists expose Isabella and replace out about her marriage with Christian, then how will my son establish his prestige later on? Our Miller's family can't lose the face."

Although she hated Isabella a lot now, she was still rational. She couldn't let the reputation of Miller to be ruined.

Lexie choked and immediately felt unhappy as if she'd swallowed a fly. She had thought that Mallory would really rush in to look for Isabella. It just turned out that this old lady was concerned about many things.

It really wasted so much her time to persuade Mallory.

She didn't care about Miller's family at all. She only wanted to ruin Isabella's reputation, to make Mallory hate her to the bone, and let Christian stop loving her.

She then carefully asked, "Then... Are we still going inside?"

Mallory retracted her gaze and immediately replied: "Of course. This is a chance."

It was a chance to humiliate Isabella. Mallory didn't believe that she would still be so shameless to pester her son.

Lexie was overjoyed, but instead she revealed a trace of worry. She said softly, "What if Christian is inside? Furthermore, he'll definitely think that I brought you here if I'm with you..."

Mallory frowned, "He dares! Does he think I'm a fool? I could replace here anyway without you."

Then, she again softened her voice, affectionately stroked Lexie's hand, saying: "I know your feelings for Christian. It's his fault this time. I won't let him hurt you again."

Lexie's face flushed. She obediently nodded. "Thank you, Mrs. Miller."

Mallory smiled gently and turned to look outside the window. There was a wry smile on her face.

She had been young once, so she could see through what those girls were thinking. At least Lexie was better than those scheming women who she couldn't figure out.

What she wanted was an obedient daughter-in-law who could help Christian, not a woman who caused trouble everyday.

Mallory wasn't really into Isabella back then. After she married her son, she'd been devoted herself to work. If it wasn't for the fact that her father was a judge, she definitely wouldn't have allowed her to enter Miller's family.

"Madam, I've called the police." The driver said respectfully.

Mallory nodded, "Let's get off."

After that, she slowly put on her sunglasses.

The driver hurriedly helped them open the car door.

After she got off the car, Lexie intimately grabbed on Mallory's arm. Looking at those angry people, she then said "Let's go in from the side."

With a serious expression, Mallory avoided the crowd and went in from the side.

At the time, Canon who was surrounded by journalists saw them in chaos, and recognised Lexie immediately. His expression suddenly changed.

"Mr. Yannick, be careful. I need to deal with some issue." He pushed the security guard to the front, and then squeezed out. Then he took out his phone and made a call.

"Mr. Miller, your mother and Miss Perez entered the hospital now."

Isabella and the other two were still anxiously waiting in the ward, not knowing what was going on outside there.

Naomi couldn't wait any longer. She said: "I'll take a look. No one will knows me anyway."

Before Isabella could say a word, the door was suddenly burst open.

"Bam!"

It was like an earthquake shaking the whole ward.

The three of them were startled simultaneously. Then Isabella immediately walked to the front of Naomi and Diana, vigilantly staring at the three robust men who appeared at the door suddenly.

"You, who are you? What do you want?" One man looked at them and then at Tristan, who was still lying on bed, unconscious. As if he'd confirmed something, he said, "It's him!" Isabella's suddenly face turned pale. She walked to the side of bed quickly and asked sternly: "Do you know it's hospital? The police will be here soon."