Chapter 654: Side Story Thirty-One: Ink-Dot Plum Fragrance (Twenty-Nine)
The Turner family lives in a village on the edge of Wakefield County, a twenty-minute drive away.
Christopher Willow is driving. As soon as they reach the entrance to their house, they stop the car,
The road at the entrance of the Turner house is full of cars, so they had to park at the intersection and walk to their ho.
The Turner residence is a two-story Western-style building.
Once at the entrance, Eleanor Smith started knocking hard on the door.
Christopher Willow, not wanting her to hurt her hand, caught her hand and took over the task of knocking on the painted door for her.
Nearly two minutes later, the door was finally opened from inside.
It was Mrs. Turner who opened the door.
This woman, in her fifties, is sowhat overweight. Her hair is very black, her face has so wrinkles, she wears a gold necklace around her neck, and there is a gold bracelet on her wrist.
As soon as the door opened, the first thing Alia Smith saw was this woman, and then she noticed the people in the courtyard.
There were three square tables in the courtyard, with about a dozen n seated. They were simply dressed, but by their physiques, they appeared to be bodyguards or so sort of muscle.
“Where is my sister!” Eleanor Smith yelled.
“You little girl, no respect for your elders! What are you yelling about!” Mrs. Turner replied.
Alia Smith walked in directly, but Mrs. Turner imdiately stopped her: “What are you doing?”
Alia Smith looked at her, at the woman in front of her. This woman was full of malice and spite before, but now her face is full of redness, her eyes filled with endless conceit: “Can’t I co to my sister’s house?”
“When was this your sister’s house?” Mrs. Turner mocked.
“This house was built after my sister got married, this land was bought with my sister’s own money. For this house, my sister not only paid money but also worked hard.” Alia Smith said coldly, “Why isn’t it my sister’s house?”
“Your sister bought it with her own money? Where did she get the money?” Mrs. Turner questioned, “She was bought by our family, where does she get money!”
“You’re talking nonsense!” Eleanor Smith swore.
Mrs. Turner ignored her and arrogantly said: “She’s been married for so many years and can’t even give birth to a child. Such a waste.”
“You’re going too far.” Eleanor Smith rushed forward as if to hit her, but Christopher Willow pulled her back.
Alia Smith’s eyes beca cold, she pushed Mrs. Turner aside with one hand and walked inside.
Mrs. Turner staggered to the side after being pushed by her. Christopher Willow held her in ti, preventing her from falling down.
“Little bitch! Who told you to co in! It’s my house, can you co in if I don’t let you!” Mrs. Turner yelled, shaking off Christopher Willow’s hand.
She wanted to go into the courtyard but was pulled aside by Christopher Willow.
As soon as Alia Smith stepped into the courtyard, all the n in the courtyard stood up at once and stared at her.
Alia Smith glanced at them and continued to walk in.
About a dozen n ca over and blocked her path.
Christopher Willow and Eleanor Smith hurried into the courtyard, standing in front of her for fear that she would be bullied.
Mrs. Turner quickly followed and stood across from them, pointing at them and saying: “Go ahead, co in. I’d like to see how you’re going to do it.”
“We just want to see our older sister.” Christopher Willow said, “I don’t know why you’re not letting us see her, and I don’t know why you took our older sister to the hospital.”
“When did we go to the hospital? What evidence do you have to prove we went to the hospital!” Mrs. Turner shouted back.
Instead of answering her question, he continued: “Why are you keeping these people in the courtyard and not letting us see anyone? Are you planning to openly imprison us?”
“So what if we are? Why don’t you report to the police?” Mrs. Turner challenged.
Christopher Willow squinted his eyes and stopped talking.
They have people behind them with great power. It’s estimated that they think it’s easy to bully a small family like theirs, so they dare to be so arrogant.
Alia Smith looked at the little mansion, her voice was cold but not low: “You replaced the hospital’s surveillance. Not long after, the replaced surveillance was found. That is the proof that my sister went to the hospital, do you want to continue?”
Christopher Willow and Eleanor Smith didn’t hear the content of Alia Smith’s phone call, and right now, looking at her, they were half-believing, half-doubting her words, not knowing whether she was bluffing them.
After several seconds of silence, a woman erged from the house.
She’s not very beautiful, but she has a good temperant and is wearing branded clothes from head to toe.
She stood on the steps, her gaze imdiately falling on Alia Smith’s face.
Then she chuckled and walked over.
The dozen or so n imdiately parted to give her way.
With reddened eyes, Alia Smith calmly watched her.
The woman walked up to Alia Smith and said to Mrs. Turner: “You go ahead with your work, I’ll have a chat with her.”
“Alright.” Mrs. Turner imdiately changed her expression to that of a sycophant. She stood aside but didn’t leave.
“How should I address you?” the woman asked.
“Alia Smith.”
“Your na is quite different from theirs. I am Harris Richie.” The woman spoke.
“So, who are you? What are you doing here?” Eleanor Smith asked.
“The Richie Family’s young lady doesn’t even know, what a rustic.” Mrs. Turner spoke from the side, “It’s the Richie Family of Leicester City, understand? It’s a family that people like you can’t aspire to in a lifeti.”
Alia Smith looked at her: “Where is my sister?”
“Lady Smith, where is the surveillance?” Richie asked.
Alia Smith did not answer.
Her hand in her pocket kept sweating, praying in her heart for Lila Campbell’s people to co quickly. She wanted to see her sister as soon as possible.
Seeing her not speaking, Richie laughed: “You’re a bit smart. You know there are people in this room, so you want to trick out. But… I ca out willingly, because I know you basically don’t have surveillance, it’s made up. After all, with your family’s situation, what ability do you have to find surveillance. I ca out because I’m a little interested in you.”
“I don’t want to listen to your nonsense, I just want to confirm my sister’s safety.”
“Don’t worry, she’s very safe.” Richie said. “She just had an abortion, her body is still very weak. Once she’s a little better, I will naturally have soone send her back to your ho.”
Alia Smith’s lips trembled a little, after a while, she looked at Mrs. Turner and asked: “Why?”
“Because Adam Turner wants to divorce your sister, aborting this child, is for your sister’s benefit.” Richie casually said, “Otherwise, how will your sister live with a child in the future?”
“Did you guys get her consent?” Alia Smith gritted her teeth, her eyes reddening again.
Looking at her appearance, Richie suddenly found it sowhat amusing, and said: “She didn’t agree, so I pushed her down the stairs today. The child is gone, a lot of blood…”
“You damn bitch…” Eleanor Smith felt her heart tearing.
Christopher Willow tily held her back and covered her mouth.
Richie glanced at Eleanor Smith, her twisted psychology more excited. She suddenly laughed, laughed so happily, and laughed so casually: “Actually, she could have been well taken care of in the hospital. It was because you guys went there to make trouble, so… I had to bring her back. She is sleeping upstairs, you guys are causing such a big commotion, she hasn’t woken up.”
Eleanor Smith’s mouth was covered, and tears kept falling. Because she couldn’t speak, in the end, she bit Christopher Willow in the mouth.
Christopher Willow saw through the woman before his eyes, who was ruthless and even regarded other people’s lives as nothing, lawless.
This present situation is very unfavorable to them.
He was worried about Eleanor Smith, so he had to cover her mouth to prevent Richie from venting his anger on Eleanor Smith.
But while he held back Eleanor Smith, he forgot about Alia Smith who had always been more stable than Eleanor.
Alia Smith raised her hand and slapped Richie’s face.
Before Richie had reacted, Alia caught her hair again, fiercely pulled her over, and choked her neck.
Richie was frightened and imdiately held Alia’s hand with both hands.
But Alia Smith was crazier than her, the mont her hand held her neck, she used all her strength, wanted to kill her.
Mrs. Turner was scared and scread.
A dozen bodyguards imdiately surrounded them. The first reaction of Christopher Willow and Eleanor Smith was to protect Alia Smith.
But facing a group of trained professional bodyguards, the two were quickly restrained.
Alia Smith’s hand was pried open, Richie was rescued, holding her neck and looking at Alia Smith, husked: “Beat her.”
“Alia! Don’t touch her! Don’t touch her!” Eleanor Smith shouted.
Alia Smith was surrounded, hit soone. Her hand was grabbed and twisted behind her. Another person pinched her face, causing her face to hurt.
She struggled once but couldn’t get away. When she wanted to struggle again, the person behind her suddenly let her go.
But the hand was quickly grabbed again.
She imdiately turned around to hit soone, but her wrist was grabbed again.
William Lane looked at her flushed eyes and the red mark pinched on her fair little face.
“Brother?” Alia Smith was stunned when she saw the person, then imdiately plunged into William Lane’s arms, “Brother!”
William Lane held her, stroked her hair, and couldn’t utter a word out of heartache.
As it happens, his business trip was in the city center of this place. When Lila Campbell told him, he imdiately rushed over and t Lila Campbell’s people at the entrance of the village.
His people and Lila Campbell’s people ca in and rescued Christopher Willow and Eleanor Smith, and then directly pressed all the people in the courtyard to the ground, including Mrs. Turner and Richie.
Mrs. Turner kept screaming and was directly gagged.
When Alia Smith saw William Lane, her fortitude collapsed and she sobbed, “My sister, my sister.”
“What?” William Lane didn’t hear her clearly.
“My elder sister, she, she…is upstairs. She…just had surgery.” Alia Smith cried and said, “Save her, save her first.”
“Good, good.” William Lane’s eyes were cold enough to kill. He shouted, “Jas Lane, Sofia Smith is upstairs. Go upstairs and call for an ambulance.”
“Yes.”
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