Please behave My Lord
Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Knife wound

Leopoldo glanced at Carmen, the nanny who was gathering her things, before settling his gaze on Mariana who was in front of him:

-Are you going to be discharged?

After a slight start, Mariana nodded sincerely and spoke softly:

-I'm better, I want to go home, I don't want to stay here any longer.

The man narrowed his eyes without speaking of anything else. He entered the room, followed by Lionel, who, upon seeing her, gave her a polite smile and greeted her: -Madam.

Then he took out a brown folder from the bag he was carrying. He secretly glanced at Leopoldo before handing him the folder in his hand.

-Ma'am, here are the results of the investigation....

With that, he stepped back in silence.

Lionel knew that his boss had brought him in to play hardball.

Quickly grabbing the folder, Mariana, distracted, hurried to sit on the couch, opened it and pulled out the information inside.

However, there were only a few simple papers inside. She took them out and, after reading them, showed a somber look, looking somewhat collapsed. -Did Dalia do it? Why?

Mariana frowned, very confused.

According to Dalia, it was true that when Andrea had embarrassed her, Mariana had stepped forward to help her, but now she wanted to hurt her baby. The man sat quietly on the couch, frowning and not speaking.

Lionel, standing to one side and from whose forehead sweat was still pouring, naturally knew what I was thinking when he saw her face. He stepped forward and began to say what he had prepared in advance:

-Miss Solis was only trying to make things difficult for Dalia, she didn't really want to do anything to her, but when... you intervened, Miss Solis was furious and even told the director to replace her. But thanks to Dalia getting a sponsor, the matter was settled.

It was also the truth, so more than Andrea, she hated Mariana who had helped her at the beginning, but did not insist until the end and made it even more difficult for her.

Mariana's eyes widened as she stared incredulously at Lionel in front of her, her heart heavy. She had never imagined that he had lent her a hand just out of pity, but he had brought destruction upon his own

son!

Leaning lasciviously on the sofa, her hands were shaking.

The ringing of her phone helped her suddenly come to her senses. With a slightly pale face, he pulled it out, looked at the number on the screen and spoke in a faint voice:

-I have to take it.

He then answered the call.

From the other end of the line came a firm voice, with the usual banter gone and replaced by a breathless concern.

Mariana, someone has sent me a file to my e-mail, it's about your abortion, do you want to see it?

With furrowed brows, Xavier put more force on his hand holding the phone, looking a little hesitant. Mariana was a bit puzzled and looked down at the file in her hands before finally speaking quietly: -Send it to me.

As soon as he posted it, a few photos arrived on WhatsApp. He clicked on them and couldn't stop shivering after seeing them.

She turned around to look at Leopoldo, seated and paused, and only felt her body freeze. A coldness that came from the bottom of her heart enveloped her so fiercely that she could not free herself. -Leave first, I have something to say to Mr. Durán.

She tried to reassure herself, but she still sounded a little shaky.

There was a moment of silence in the room, after which Carmen and Lionel looked at each other and left, closing the door softly.

An awkward silence flowed between them.

Finally, Mariana spoke in a soft voice:

-Diana did it, didn't she? It was her! She made our baby... my baby...

The words that followed were once again swallowed up in tears, the calm and courage that had built up with such difficulty vanished into thin air.

She had her eyes fixed on Leopoldo, neither giving up nor dodging, waiting for an answer that would let her down completely.

The man blinked slowly before looking down at the phone she was holding tightly, and so he looked up at her, silent all the while.

-Or do you think it doesn't matter at all if you don't talk to me?

Mariana curved her mouth mockingly while the smile on her face became increasingly icy.

-Leopoldo! He's your son too! Why do you treat me like that? Why do you treat him like that?

Mariana stood up and looked down at him from above. Her eyes were growing cold, carrying fury and reproach, but with a desolate despair in their depths.

But the man continued to sit indifferently on the couch, as if he did not feel her emotional turmoil.

-Get out!

Blurting out the word coldly, Mariana picked up the small knife on the table and pointed it at him. -Get out of here!

Leopoldo narrowed his eyes, with inexplicable emotions welling up inside him, but remained silent. With a frown and a somber face, he stared at the knife in his hand. -Leave the knife.

-Get out!

However, the woman, with a face as pale as a sheet, continued waving the knife at him as if she had not heard him.

Leopoldo frowned even more.

-Leave it.

Saying this, he carefully approached her trying to take the knife out of her hand.

But his approach aroused further resistance from Mariana. The knife in her hand waved indiscriminately and the next instant, without realizing it, she wounded Leopoldo in her outstretched hand. Bright red blood dripped instantly and fell to the ground along his fingers.

Staring at the red that spread across the floor, Mariana froze, in her mind she flashed back to the large bloodstain below her at the party that day, just like now. Suddenly she grabbed her head and screamed. At this moment, the knife in his hand stabbed his temple in the midst of his panic. With inordinately wide eyes and pursed lips, Leopold rushed forward and grabbed the handle of the knife, then snatched it from her hand and threw it aside.

He made a cut on the palm of his hand, the pain flooded him immediately and the blood flowed in torrents.

But he didn't seem to perceive it, he just silently contemplated Mariana, squatting on the floor with her hands on her head. The woman was so thin, curling up and trembling all over, as if she had received a heavy blow.