Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call
Chapter 100 Beatrice Was Ignorant

Chapter 100 Beatrice Was Ignorant

The sound of a "bang" hit Beatrice's heart heavily.

It was like a boulder sinking into the bottom of the sea. The feeling of falling and suffocating haunted her tightly.

Beatrice's outstretched hand trembled slightly, her face was pale, and her lips were bloodless when she looked back in embarrassment.

"I... I wanted to catch her, but I couldn't, Christian. I... killed someone!"

She looked so fragile that she could faint in an instant.

Christian ran over to look down, his face was as gloomy as ice, and his eyes were cold and indifferent.

The woman was dead, her body was covered in blood, and there was no possibility of her surviving.

A lot of people stopped immediately below.

Beatrice couldn't help but go to hug him as if all the strength in her body was exhausted. She couldn't help crying.

It couldn't say whether she was scared or what.

Christian pushed her away with a cold expression and turned to tell the bodyguard, "Call the police and have someone protect the scene."

It was really troublesome that she died, but the evidence was solid that she was the murderer who hit someone with a car, so she deserved her death.

After seeing all this, Anastasia's mood was extremely complicated.

She didn't even know who that woman was and didn't understand why that woman would hurt and must kill Grace.

But she always felt that something was wrong. How could they replace the motive and secret behind it after the woman died?

The doctor had arrived at Grace's ward for emergency treatment.

She went out and saw that the elevator that was originally out of power suddenly recovered, and there was a moment of nausea in her heart.

So she went to the stairwell instead.

As a result, she went down one floor and saw Christian standing in the stairwell smoking a cigarette.

His clean and slender fingertips were slightly white, and his movements were gentle and indifferent as if covered with a layer of ice, which no one could see through. The two looked at each other across a few steps.

He withdrew his gaze and pinched out the cigarette. "You see that?"

Even he was shocked at the moment of that woman's death. Such a result was surprising.

Anastasia nodded and walked down the stairs.

She was as calm as if she hadn't witnessed a death.

When passing by him, Anastasia couldn't help but say, "That woman didn't want to die just now and planned to tell everything. Beatrice could have grabbed her, but she let go of her." The scene she saw with her own eyes was indescribably weird.

The woman looked down at the tall building, and her face panicked.

She stretched out her hand towards Beatrice, and Beatrice also grabbed the woman's wrist.

But at the moment when she grasped it, Beatrice let go of her hand...

Without giving her time to react, that woman fell.

Anastasia finished speaking.

Christian paused, frowned slightly, and pondered for a second.

"She was frightened, so it's normal that she couldn't grasp her hand."

Beatrice was still receiving psychological counseling, so she couldn't do it on purpose.

Anastasia lowered her head and smiled, glanced at him indifferently, opened the door and walked out.

How could Christian doubt that kind and weak little white flower?

In his heart, Beatrice was simply the purest person in the world!

She was the scumbag who instigated their relationship and defamed Beatrice.

Anastasia felt bored and didn't want to stay anymore.

As a result, Christian caught up and grabbed her wrist. "I'll drive you home."

As soon as Anastasia broke free from him, Beatrice ran out of the room, crying, and wanted to pounce on Christian.

In the end, she was stopped by Christian's bodyguards.

She was sent back to the ward for treatment.

Christian looked away blankly, seeing that Anastasia had already walked to the elevator.

He chased after her, but Anastasia ignored him.

Until she got in the car, Christian couldn't see her off.

With a calm tone, he tried to explain what he had just said as much as possible.

"Beatrice has nothing to do with her, and there's no need for her to do anything. That woman did fall by herself just now. Don't think too much, I..."