Sweet Divorce

Chapter 165 Have Justice for Lillian

“What’s wrong with her?” Rita took a doctor by the arm and asked.

The doctor glanced at her and said very seriously, “The pregnant woman is hemorrhaging.”

Rita looked at the doctor with her mouth open. Was Lillian pregnant? That was why she met Lillian in the hospital? What happened to her? She was fine a few minutes ago.

“Hurry up. Her life is in danger.” Doctors’ voice reached Rita ears.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Rita hurried to follow.

By great effort, Lillian was brought back to life. She woke up a few hours later and saw Rita sitting by her bed. Lillian put her hand on her belly and asked, “How is my baby?”

Rita looked at her. There was sadness in her eyes.

“I lost my baby, right?” said Lillian, in a voice choked with tears.

“Don’t be sad. Fortunately, you’re OK. You will have the chance to be a mom again,” soothed Rita.

“No! I never will,” said Lillian sadly. “Why am I still alive? He should kill me together!”

Rita looked at her with surprise. “What do you mean, Lillian? Who did this to you?”

But Lillian turned and made no reply.

“Michael did it, right?” Rita asked warily.

Lillian still said nothing, but her eyes were moist again. Rita knew everything instantly. Her guess was correct.

Rita put a hand on Lillian’s shoulder and said, “You said you are fine. Why did you lie to me?”

Lillian looked at Rita for a moment and burst into tears. “Rita!” she cried.

“Tell me! What happened?” Rita asked, choking back her anger.

“Michael drugged me,” sobbed Lillian.

“How did you find it?” Rita asked, confused.

“I am here today for a checkup, but the doctor told me the fetus has dead. Then I called Michael. He admitted to kill our baby!” Lillian said and became quite sad.

She remembered Michael’s words very well. He said she did not deserve his baby.

At this thought, Lillian wept bitterly. She had cried for a long time, and then she fell asleep, but even in slumber, she still sobbed.

Looking at Lillian, Rita felt the anger mounting up within her. Lillian had done something wrong, but Michael had gone too far this time. She would have justice for Lillian.

Rita turned to Liam and said, “I’m leaving. I got some things to take care of.” Then she stormed out of the ward.

Liam was rather worried. He said a few words to Jacob and sprinted towards Rita.

Rita got in the car and took out a note, on which there was Michael’s address. Then she headed to the destination.

When Rita arrived, she got out of the car and rushed straight in. “Michael! Michael!”

The janitor ran after her. “Excuse me, Miss Brown. Mr. Burke is not at home!”

“Tell me where he is!” Rita said angrily.

“I don’t know,” The janitor replied. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Will you help me call him and tell him Rita is waiting here,” Rita said, choking back her anger. If she had known earlier, she would have never deleted Michael’s phone number.

But the janitor didn’t do what she said. “Sorry, I don’t know his number,” he said coldly.

Rita sneered. She didn’t buy a word of it. Anger was boiling up inside her. She needed an outlet for her pent-up anger.

Rita looked around and grabbed the nearest chair. She held it high up and threw it at an expensive clock on the wall.

With a big bang, the clock was twisted out of shape and the glass front of it was shattered into pieces and was scattered.

“Can you call him now?” Rita said threateningly.

“Stop that, Miss Brown. Or I will call the police immediately,” the janitor looked at the mess, getting angry.

“I don’t care!” Rita sneered. Then she grabbed another chair and held it up, pointing at a fish tank.

The janitor was so terrified that he took a step forward and grabbed the chair. “Stop! Stop! They are Mr. Burke’s fish!” he said anxiously.

“Release your hand!” Rita roared.

But the janitor shook his head and said firmly, “No!”

“You…” Rita began, but the janitor interrupted her. “Come here, all of you! Hold her down! Or Mr. Burke will blame us!” he said to others.

With these words, several men strode toward Rita. But just then, a sudden screech of a car came suddenly from outside. Then Liam came in. “How dare you! She is my wife!” he snapped, wearing an extraordinarily solemn expression.

Immediately, the janitor was rigid with fear when he heard the familiar voice. He remembered this voice.

The janitor took a swallow. He could feel cold sweat trickling down from the forehead. He relaxed his grip and attempted to smile. “Sorry, Mr. Wilson. I didn’t she is your wife,” he said in a shaking voice. And others stood rooted too, trembling.

Liam went to Rita and took the chair from her hands. “Are you tired, Rita? I will help you,” said Liam with a smile.

Rita was still angry, but she released her hand.

“Sit on the sofa and have a rest,” Liam said softly.

Very reluctantly, Rita did as he asked. Next second, she heard a huge sound. Rita looked back and saw that the fish tank had been smashed to bits by Liam. Water was all over the place.

“I don’t like the fish tank,” Liam said calmly, sitting down beside Rita. He put a hand on her shoulder, but his eyes fell upon his men. “You all know what to do next, right?”

“Yes,” they shouted loudly in unison.

“That’s good! Do it!” Liam ordered. Immediately afterwards, a dozen men raised their sticks to hit the things in the house.

Jacob looked at Liam with a smile. He finally understood why Liam brought so many people here. It turned out that Liam wanted to protect his wife, Rita!