Sweet Divorce
Chapter 188 Wonder If His Luck Will Hold Up Next Time

"Watch out!"

Accompanied with an urgent cry, Rita's body was sent clear.

The chandelier fell square on Liam's body. Glass shards splashed everywhere, some clattering to Rita's feet red with blood.

She steadied herself and looked up at Liam, who'd pushed her away.

The man lay on the ground, pale, a flower of blood blossoming on his injured arm, red against his white shirt.

Dazed, her heart leapt into her throat. "L... Liam?!"

Liam lay on the cold ground, gazing weakly at Rita. His bloodless lips curved triumphantly. "G...good, you're not injured."

He was this hurt, but still worrying about her!

Dummy.

Liam Wilson, you giant dummy.

Rita's eyes reddened. "Don't speak or move around, you dummy. I'm calling the police now. I'm calling the police right now."

The more she panicked, the more her hand shook.

Before she could dial the full number, the man had fainted from his wounds.

"Liam? Liam!"

Seeing the lack of reply, Rita grew even more panicked.

She looked up pleadingly at Noah and Zoe, who were standing around dazed. "Mom, Dad, help me carry Liam to a car, I need to get him to a hospital!"

Everyone was still taken aback at how suddenly it had happened.

Hearing Rita say that, everyone in the household recovered their wits and came up to help.

From Rita and Liam arriving at the Brown household to things taking such a drastic turn and them rushing to the hospital, everything had taken place within the span of ten minutes. Even Zoe couldn't react in time to the suddenness of the scenario, and she'd hadn't even had a chance to make her case for Charlotte because of Liam's accident.

But she wasn't about to give up. To save Charlotte, she followed them to the hospital with no room for anyone in her way.

Outside the surgery room.

Liam had been in there for half an hour without coming out. Rita wrung her hands, uneasy.

At that moment, her phone rang.

She saw the words "Michael Burke" on the screen and frowned unconsciously.

What was Michael doing calling her at a time like this.

No matter what it was, it couldn't be good if that man was involved.

Since she'd already had a full plate worrying about Liam's condition, she wasn't about to let Michael add to her worries. She hung up coldly.

But the moment she did, Michael doggedly sent her a text.

Rita tapped on the screen, and Michael's message rolled out before her.

"Have you received my present?"

Present?

What present?

She was staring at her phone in bewilderment when Michael sent a second text.

"Count him lucky this time... but I wonder if his luck will hold up next time?"

Looking at the words, Rita's eyes narrowed, and her rage erupted in a single volcanic instant.

She'd thought it was an accident that the chandelier fell, but this text proved to her that things weren't that simple.

It had been Michael working behind the scenes?

Why would he do such a thing?

If it had been about what the Brown family did, the person Michael should have taken revenge on should have been her.

But from the contents of his text, he was clearly targeting Liam, not her.

Why was that?

As the power behind the scenes, he should have stayed there and enjoyed seeing Liam get wounded, so why would he tell her? After a moment staring into space, Rita returned the call.

On the other end of the line, Michael leant against his sofa, his narrow black eyes full of some indescribable emotion when she called.

His thumb hovered in the air for several seconds before he took the call. "Yes."

"Tell me what it is you want from me."

Faced with the woman's cold accusation, Michael laughed out loud. "What I want? You really don't know, Rita?"

What else would he want but her?

Smart as Rita was, he knew she'd understand.

And as he'd expected, she did know how he felt towards her.

She just didn't want to believe that someone who'd been so mild-mannered and gentle could descend to such a shameless level for a woman.

Rita's expression sank. "Quit dreaming. I'll never be with you."

"Really?" Michael sneered condescendingly. "Then I can't guarantee that Liam will be lucky enough to survive next time."

“Michael, you bastard!” Rita gnashed her teeth.

Still leaning against his sofa, Michael laughed again. "I'll be waiting for you outside the marriage registry in three days. If you don't come, then who knows if it'll be Noah or Zoe who gets put in hospital next time. Or maybe Liam will just stay like this forever without waking up."

"Have you no regard for the law, Michael? Try anything and I'll call the cops!"

"As naïve as you were back then, Rita. Don't you know that money makes the world go round? I've got enough money to get someone to take the fall for me."

Since he'd made his move, he'd obviously thought about it.

He wasn't going to give her another choice.

"You..." For shame!!!

Before Rita could respond, Michael had hung up on her.

Hearing the line go dead, her temple throbbed with rage.

How could a man sink so low?!

"What's wrong, Rita? What's with the long face?" Amelia walked over on her cane, doubt in her eyes.

Rita rubbed her brow and answered, "It's nothing."

Amelia could see that she wasn't telling the truth, but didn't push her on it.

She hadn't had a chance to talk to Rita earlier, and she'd been looking for a chance to bring up Charlotte.

The old woman had wanted to wait until Liam was out of critical condition, but then she was afraid that it'd be even harder to bring anything up with that severe man around. After thinking about it, Amelia bit the bullet and said, "Rita, let's see if Charlotte could be let out of prison for now."

When Charlotte was brought up, Amelia's expression grew cold.

Sensing her daughter's discontent, Noah tugged at Amelia. "This isn't the time to talk about this, Mom. Wait until Liam wakes up!"

Noah had always felt that Amelia's care for Charlotte was within reason, so when Amelia had desperately begged him to call Rita back, he'd agreed to it.

But now that Liam had been in an accident, Rita was feeling horrible about it all. It was too much to bring up her case with Charlotte at a time like this. They were both her granddaughters. The old woman's favoritism was way too obvious.

For the first time, Noah felt that Amelia was going too far.

Amelia, though, didn't know how Noah felt.

Her sole concern was saving the single hope of the Brown family. "If I don't talk about this now, Charlotte is going to die in prison. How could I not worry?" "Charlotte's not going to die overnight, Mom!" Zoe had had enough, and spoke up for the first time in her life.

Even though she was a bit nervous that she did, it felt good.

Turns out, it was a great thing not having to keep it all bottled up.

Getting shut down by her son and daughter-in-law back to back, Amelia's face turned ugly. "Now that you've left the nest, you've grown the guts to talk back against an old woman, eh? What? I don't get a say in the family anymore?"

Noah frowned. "We didn't mean that, Mom, we just..."

"What do you mean?" Amelia harrumphed, and made her ultimatum. "Do you care about your niece or not?"

"That's..."

Rita, who'd remained silent throughout, looked at how Amelia was applying more and more pressure just for Charlotte, and she lost all hope in this grandmother of hers.

She'd been thinking of how best to deal with Michael while preserving the Brown family.

Looks like she didn't need to!

She couldn't allow Liam to help out the Browns from the sidelines time and time again, either.

That dummy had gotten hurt enough times because of this. She wouldn't let him get into anything else this time around.

But the enemies they faced were still an unknown factor, while they were out in the open. How would she protect them?

After considering it for a while... she seemed to settle on a decision and an answer.

Rita smiled a wan smile at the surgery room, eyes rimmed with red. "I hope you won't blame me for acting on my own when you wake up."

"What? What'd you say, Rita?" Seeing that something wasn't right, Zoe asked dubiously.

Rita didn't answer. She took out her phone and typed "Don't hurt my family or Liam. I'll come get married with you." And she sent it straight to Michael.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐