When did she push...
Wait, when Mia Winslow grabbed her hand, she swatted Mia Winslow’s hand away...
But with just that little strength, can it really be considered a push?
"Do you believe her?" Eleanor Winslow found it ridiculous.
Adrian Grant stated matter-of-factly, "Zia Winslow, I believe in the facts."
The fact is that Mia Winslow’s hand once again had an issue.
Eleanor Winslow’s eyes were sore, and she quickly closed them, forcibly suppressing the tears brought by this extre absurdity and ridiculousness.
A few seconds later, the rcedes G-Wagon suddenly braked sharply, turned around, and drove back.
"Adrian Grant." As they were about to reach the Winslow Family villa, Eleanor Winslow spoke with a cold tone, "When will we sign the divorce agreent?"
"I told you, talk to my lawyer."
This ant he wasn’t unwilling to sign.
-
Mia Winslow sat in the garden outside the villa, with a servant holding her bag, looking ready to go to the hospital at any mont.
Her left wrist was already wrapped in an ergency bandage, and the severity of the injury was unclear.
"Adrian, my wrist feels a bit numb now, and I...I’m a bit scared..."
Hands are essential for normal life, and losing sensation is indeed quite frightening.
"Where are Uncle and Auntie?" Adrian Grant was asking about Eugene Winslow and Yvonne Vance.
Mia Winslow smiled bitterly, "They’re all busy caring about Jude."
Through the window of the passenger seat, Eleanor Winslow watched Mia Winslow and her not-yet-divorced husband behaving intimately.
After a few seconds, she opened the door and got out of the car, striding over.
"Ah!"
Mia Winslow was completely unprepared, suddenly shoved hard from the side, she staggered a few steps, and a servant quickly ca to support her, a stabbing pain ca from her right ankle.
"Miss Eleanor, what are you doing!" The servant protected Mia Winslow, angrily reprimanding.
Eleanor Winslow pointed at Mia Winslow’s left hand, Mia Winslow’s right hand instinctively guarded her left hand as it shrank into her chest, showing no signs of being impaired.
"You said I pushed you, I just did push you, I admit to what I did, but as for your hand—" Eleanor Winslow tilted her head curiously, "it’s perfectly fine, isn’t it?"
Fear flashed in Mia Winslow’s eyes as she instinctively looked toward Adrian Grant.
Seeing Adrian Grant not looking at her, but rather at Eleanor Winslow, with an expression she couldn’t read.
Luckily, the man did not doubt her, Mia Winslow breathed a sigh of relief.
"Eleanor, you..." Mia Winslow seed helpless against Eleanor Winslow’s obstinance, "I know you didn’t do it on purpose before, but this ti—"
"This ti I did it on purpose!" Eleanor Winslow admitted nonchalantly, "I acknowledge what I did. What I didn’t do, Mia Winslow, don’t try to pin it on !"
"Miss Eleanor, you’re going too far!" the maid said sternly.
Mia Winslow, eyes brimming with tears, sharply questioned, "What about five years ago? You nearly cut through my whole hand, do you dare to say you didn’t do it?!"
Eleanor Winslow opened her mouth, wanting to argue, but was left speechless, only bitterness and anger filling her chest, unable to be vented.
She...
She didn’t rember.
Back then, she was not in a good ntal state, she didn’t think she was capable of such a malicious act, but Mia Winslow had no reason to harm herself to fra her to that extent.
She still had no proof that soone else hurt Mia Winslow!
She was the only one other than Mia Winslow present, if not her, then who?
"Enough!" Adrian Grant interrupted coldly, glanced at Eleanor Winslow, and said to Mia Winslow, "Mia, I’ll take you to the hospital."
"Adrian Grant, since Mia Winslow called you to protect her, and you’re willing to do so, then next ti don’t ride in my car and leave with , it makes sick!" Eleanor Winslow’s cold voice carried a certain iciness, a result of her effort to suppress her emotions, "Until your lawyer contacts , there’s no need for us to et."
-
The G-Wagon sped down the road.
Soon, a Bentley ca alongside, deliberately cutting off Eleanor Winslow’s G-Wagon.
The window of that Bentley lowered, revealing Charles Rhodes’s face in the back seat.
Both cars pulled over.
Eleanor Winslow put on a mask, covering the embarrassed injuries on her face, leaving only her almond eyes exposed, her cold gaze still made Charles Rhodes’s scalp tingle.
They say couples start to resemble each other, but who knew they even share an aura?
"Special Assistant Rhodes, don’t you understand road rules? Do I need to teach you?"
Charles Rhodes smiled apologetically, "Ma’am, President Grant inford twenty minutes ago, asking to bring two people to help you move things back to Azurean Bay?"
Twenty minutes ago, which was when Adrian Grant just received Mia Winslow’s call.
"Charles, I won’t be living at Azurean Bay anymore, didn’t Adrian Grant tell you?"
Charles Rhodes shook his head with a smile, stubbornly indicating he had not received any such notice.
Eleanor Winslow leaned against the car door, lazily like a cat, "Then do you know why Adrian Grant asked you to co to see ? Do you know where he is now?"
"Ma’am..." Charles Rhodes hesitated, considering how to phrase it to spare Eleanor Winslow so embarrassnt.
"He’s currently with Mia Winslow." Eleanor Winslow found nothing wrong in saying it, "You’re his trusted aide, you surely know the state of my and his marriage. But Charles Rhodes, I am the one who doesn’t want him, the one needing pity is not ."
-
Mia Winslow’s test results ca out quickly,
The doctor held the report, "Miss Winslow’s hand is fine, but her ankle is sprained and needs a few days of rest."
Fine.
Those words made Mia Winslow’s guilty heart shiver to the core.
She cradled her left wrist with her right hand, tears threatening to fall from the pain she claid, "Adrian, I really do feel so pain."
"Miss Winslow’s hand has suffered severe injuries before, so hidden wounds are indeed difficult to detect." The doctor expressed understanding.
"Mia, did Eleanor really push you?" Adrian Grant suddenly asked.
His question was so abrupt, the entire examination room fell silent, everyone looking at Adrian Grant.
Adrian Grant looked at Mia Winslow with calm eyes, his brow bone deep-set, extrely intimidating.
Tears froze in Mia Winslow’s eyes, her face pale, "Adrian, you saw her push ..."
"I was referring to the ti I didn’t see."
Mia Winslow’s hairs stood on end, afraid to et Adrian Grant’s gaze, her eyes quivering.
After a few seconds of stalemate, she asked incredulously, almost mockingly, "Adrian, do you suspect that I’m framing her?"
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