Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call
Chapter 68 She Cut Her Wrist

Chapter 68 She Cut Her Wrist

The sentence made the surrounding atmosphere freeze for a moment.

Anastasia forcefully kept his hand away and casually sarcastically said, "Hurry up! Your sweetheart is about to jump off the building!"

Christian narrowed his eyes with a cold face.

"I said she has nothing to do with me and was not my sweetheart."

It was harsh to him.

Anastasia chuckled lightly after hearing this, "How could the woman you exchanged for your marriage and children not be your sweetheart?"

The coldness in her words melted into this sentence.

She turned around and left while Christian froze for a moment.

Her twisted ankle didn't affect the speed at which she left.

She quickly got into the car and left the man behind.

After getting in the car, she belatedly felt the slightest throbbing pain in her feet.

Anastasia's calm and cold face changed slightly, and she sneered.

Christian wanted her to accept his charity, return to him, and continue to be a hard-working fool because he tried to use the easiest way to recover from Patterson Group's scandal? Indeed, if she took the bait now, everyone would scold her for bending over for money.

She took a deep breath with an icy heart.

It was dark.

Christian watched Anastasia's car leave, thinking of her last words, which were like a sharp weapon, cruelly and easily stabbing the place he least wanted to touch.

He felt that the weight on his chest was about to suffocate him, and it was even difficult to breathe.

But he felt somewhat helpless.

She hadn't forgiven him yet.

The driver looked at Christian's expression tremblingly, a little hurriedly.

"Mr. Patterson, Ms. Cohen is going to jump off the building..."

Christian's usual care for Beatrice made everyone around him feel like she was his mistress.

But at this time, Christian glanced at the nosy driver with gloomy eyes, and his voice was cold and without warmth.

"She's going to jump off the building, so she calls you to let me know?"

His tone was cool, which made the driver tremble suddenly.

Christian got into the car, and a lingering chill shrouded his body.

"To the bar."

The driver didn't dare to delay and hurriedly got into the car.

But after he sent Christian back to the bar, he replied to Beatrice with trembling hands.

[Ms. Cohen, Mr. Patterson knows you are going to jump off the building, but he... went to the bar.]

The other party replied quickly: [Got it. Thank you.]

Christian was extremely agitated.

He found that Terence and the others were there after entering the bar.

Because of the farce at the banquet today, everyone was concerned about his mood and didn't say much.

It was just that after Terence drank a few cups, he couldn't help but ask, "Christian, Beatrice must have been wronged. Those trolls on the Internet are going crazy. Why don't you help her clarify? "She is so uncomfortable that she wants to jump off the building. What she needs most now is you!"

It was too late for the people around to stop Terence from talking.

Christian's face was cold, with a faint frost between his eyebrows and eyes.

"You care about her?"

Terence wiped his face and said, "She saved me. Shouldn't I care about her? Three years ago, she rushed to save me when I was in a car accident while driving your car. She is a good person!" Christian frowned but didn't remember this happening and had never heard them mention it.

Suddenly, he received a chilling photo from Beatrice, smeared with blood.

She cut her wrist...