A Crazy Wife

Chapter 82 What Are You Going To Do

Hannah's heart tightens, staring at Chester blankly.

She has always been wondering why the eldest daughter-in-law of a military family would still be bullied

in prison. For the Shahbazs’s reputation, the prison guards should have taken good care of her, but it

happened in three days that she had been beaten and bullied. Then she thought maybe bullying in

prison is just too common, and she didn't think much about it.

"You mean someone deliberately..."

"Don't ask too much." Chester's cold voice interrupts her, "You just need to know since you were

involved in this matter and didn't get acquitted, this matter is not over yet."

After hearing these words, her heart is as cold as hell.

She feels so unfortunate. Despite all that trouble at hand, she still owes a lot of favours to someone.

Does the three years’ time in prison has all been in vain? Does the southern military commander still

hate her?

"But what happened back then has nothing to do with me. The murderer is not me at all. The woman

was dead when I arrived, and you were lying on the same bed with her. Shouldn't you know more

about what happened?"

Hannah's face is black, "I don't care, this is your fault."

Chester's face changes a little, and he speaks after quite a while, his tone helpless.

"The woman who died is Brian’s lover. Her name is Rosa. Brian is the only son of the Wilson family,

and his only son is the child of Rosa. Because this son, although she is only a mistress, she could live

in Brian with his wife. You can see that Rosa's status is not bad compared to Brian's wife, if not more

favoured.

"What does this have to do with me, I'm just a scapegoat."

"I was knocked out at the banquet that day. I don’t know what you said about me being in bed. But if

you didn’t run into it at the time, the real murderer’s plan should be to let me or someone from the

Shahbazs be the scapegoat. Now you should know what it means." Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

The military and political circles are the most reserved and stiff against misbehaving, especially with

Rosa's special status. Once the fact that Chester and Rosa lie on the same bed is made public, then

the Shahbazs is over.

The whole family of Shabbazs would all suffer from relentless public condemnation.

Hannah gasps, feeling chilly.

"It's good for you to plead guilty, otherwise the entire Shao family would be screwed. Do you think you

can retreat if we are done?"

The wind roaring outside the window is mixed in Chester's voice, stirring Hannah's eardrums.

Chester has already made it quite clear about the pros and cons of the matter. She doesn’t have to be

a genius to understand the gravity of the situation. After a moment of indulgence, she finally muttered,

with a bit of reluctance.

"I see, and I won't mention it to anyone in the future. I have convicted manslaughter."

"No, the truth must be found out. Since Rosa is not killed by you or by me, then the real murderer is still

at large. If you don't find out, there will be endless troubles."

Hannah is stunned for a moment. It seemed that it is only now that she understands that Chester has

explained so much to her. So she asked, "What are you going to do?"

"When the military parade ends in October, you will know by then."

Hannah suddenly finds Chester with a perfectly structured jawline. The corners of his eyebrows and

even the curvature of his nose exude the stamina and grace of a soldier. If one does not see a

wheelchair under him, it is difficult for him to believe that Chester has already been paralyzed.

The military vehicle that is taking them home is travelling without any obstacles. Hannah ponders

Chester’s behaviour all the time in the car and what he says to himself. When she is approaching the

door of the house, she finally realizes it.

"So you are trying to save my reputation today so that I could cooperate with you in the future?"

The car is already parked in the courtyard of the villa. Chester doesn't answer. He looks out the window

with a cold face, waiting for the adjutant to open the door.

"My God! If that's the case, you can just say it. There is no need to beat around the bush!" Hannah's

eyes widen, and she thinks that she has been fooled.

"I said earlier that it would be mutually beneficial if we cooperate!"

The adjutant opens the door and takes Chester into the wheelchair, leaving Hannah sitting in the car

alone, staring at his back.

"Madam, are you getting off the car? It’s already here." The guard who opens the door says to her in a

low voice.

"I know it!" Hannah gives him an angry look and follows Chester, who seems filled with righteous

indignation.

“Isn’t everything that Chester just did just for showing that he has such a high reputation and status?”

Hannah thinks to herself.

To cooperate is something that Hannah has proposed before, but Chester insists on using today’s

incident to show his ability and status. The conditions are laid out to her as if to say that regardless of

cooperation and reciprocity, the power remains in his hands.

What a good plan of his! Even if he is paralyzed, one has to say that he still is a good schemer.

Hannah swears to Chester countless times in her heart, and she is no longer as nice to him as usual

when eating.

Because it is Saturday, Lily is not at home and Zander is also missing dinner as usual.

Hannah thinks that she could spend a relaxing afternoon, but just after eating, she receives a call from

her mother-in-law.

"I’m with Rainy at the store where you bought the dress last time. Chester is at home. Come with

Chester and help choose a dress."

Rainy’s birthday banquet is a recent big event in the Shahbazs. They didn’t originally intend to do it in a

big way, but the senior master plans to tell in a low-key manner the guests at the birthday banquet the

engagement of Rainy and Mosby. Since the engagement party will not be held separately, then the

birthday has to be of a grander scale and serves as an engagement party.

Hanging up the phone, Hannah turns and glances at the young master who is sitting on the balcony

reading the magazine, and shouted from a distance, "Hey, mom let me go to the store to pick a dress

with you, are you going? Last time I bought it for you, and you don’t feel like wearing it. This time also, I

won’t expect you to come.”

But who knows, Chester hasn’t acted like him in the past two days. He turns the wheelchair and says

lightly.

"When did I say I wouldn't go?"

Hannah frowns.

"Didn't you feel reluctant to be there last time? You don't even want the clothes that I have bought for

you, so why are you going this time?"

"I'm afraid the clothes you have picked for her are too ugly for me."

Hearing this, Hannah stares at Chester as if she has eaten a fly. She watches him push the wheelchair

in the room from the balcony and says, "Let's go."

She turns around against the direction of Chester's wheelchair. Looking at him leaving the bedroom

door unhurriedly, she feels furious, “The clothes that I picked are too ugly? Does he have any taste? I

am a dignified designer. I have been praised for good aesthetics since I was a child, but the clothes I

picked are criticized as ugly by him? What is he thinking?

She feels even angrier when thinking about being played by Chester in the Bruces this morning.

"Okay, fine." She follows him out of the house angrily.

She wants to see what he could pick at the store.