Facade of Love

Chapter 33

Chapter 33 Wounded

Before I could react, I saw Benett’s wife pull out a tiny sharp knife, no bigger than a pen, and lunge at Moore and Idris. Moore was the first to notice her, and she screamed.

Idris reacted very quickly. Before the knife could reach him, he grabbed a hold of it. The handle was not long, and given his strength compared to the average woman’s, it was no challenge. He took hold of her wrist with his other hand. She instinctively let go of the knife due to the pain and was pushed to the ground.

As this happened, the cafe immediately descended into chaos, and the security personnel outside quickly came in, restraining Benett’s wife and then calling the police.

“Iddy, you’re bleeding,” Moore said, looking at Idris’s hand that was holding the knife handle. There was a distressed look on

her face.

I glanced over and saw that Idris was indeed injured. Although the knife was small, it was extremely sharp, and even with his quick reaction, Idris had gotten cut.

Fortunately, it was only a hand wound. I could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Smackd! With reddened eyes, Moore walked up to Benett’s restrained wife and slapped her across the face, angrily exclaiming, You mad woman. We have no grudges against you, so why attempt to kill us?!”

Moore did not try to restrain her strength, and it left the woman’s mouth bleeding.

Plui! Benett’s wife spat the blood in her mouth toward Moore, glaring at her and Idris with contempt. She shouted, ” Adulterers! You shameless people all deserve to die!”

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Startled by her furious expression, Moore moved closer to Idris. Benett’s wife looked at me and said, “You have quite the tolerance. I wouldn’t be satisfied even killing these adulterers a hundred times over. If I were you, I would’ve cut them into a million pieces to satisfy my hatred.”

Knowing that this stemmed from her husband’s disgusting actions, I took a slight breath and did not speak.

Soon, the police arrived, and after understanding the situation, prepared to take Benett’s wife away.

Seeing this, I called out to the leading officer, “Mr. Officer, wait a moment.”

The officer seemed to be a few years older than me. He looked over and asked, “Is there anything else you need?”

He had no name badge on, so I did not know what to call him. I simply said, “She killed her husband, and the b*dy should be in the trunk of a blue BMW in the Spring Hallmark residential complex right now. You should hurry over there.”

The officer was startled, and so were the policemen with him. “A murder case!”

After all, in times of peace, the loss of a human life was enough to draw serious attention. Originally, the police were prepared to take Benett’s wife back to the station to await trial for assault with a knife, but after hearing what I said, the officer Immediately led the team to Spring Hallmark

Since I had some helpful information, the police had me accompany them. Idris was wounded, and with her face full of worry, Moore softly insisted on taking him to the hospital. However, he ended up coming

with us to Spring Hallmark.

I had never seen him so keen to involve himself in chaos.

1 did not want to pay any attention to him, but in the car, he suddenly looked at me and asked, “How do you know that woman killed someone?” All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“She told me herself,” I replied, trying my best not to look at the wound on his hand. I really did not want to add to my distress.

However, as if on purpose, he spread his palm open and exposed the bloody wound for all to see. It was a ghastly sight. He looked at me as if he did not care about his own injury and continued, “Why did she tell you she killed someone?”

I really did not want to look at his bloody wound, so I looked away and said impatiently, “She killed the CFO of Scott

Chapter 33 Wounded

Corporation, her husband. She probably wanted to find someone to confide in, so she approached me.”

Finally, the car arrived at Spring Hallmark. After the car stopped and we got out, I looked around at the entrance of the complex, found a pharmacy, and went straight in.

When I came out, the police had already surrounded the blue BMW with a police cordon. There were a few drops of blood on the outside of the trunk door that were already dried. The detectives took pictures of the surroundings before preparing to open the trunk.

id coldly, “Treat

I was not interested in the b*dy, so I walked over to Idris, handed him the medicine and bandages, and said coldly, your wound. It’s an eyesore.”

He looked at me, a smile seeming to play at the comer of his mouth, but he did not take them. Instead, he said, “I can’t treat it with only one hand. Won’t you help?”

“Moore would probably be more willing to help you,” I said without a second thought.