Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Cecelia gently stroked her long, silky hair.

She was moved by her mother’s love.

“Ms. Hurley, your daughter is fine, she just needs to rest. If there is nothing else, I will go out first, call me again if there is anything, and I will be at your service.” Seeing this, the doctor said politely as he turned and walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. He left the time alone to the mother and daughter in the room.

A few moments later, Charlotte looked up from the crook of Cecelia’s arm and suddenly said, “By the way, Mom. I called home but no one answered the phone. I called twice after I woke up and before you came. Is it possible that Grandpa hasn’t come home even now?”

“Yes, I called too but no one answered. I don’t know what’s going on.” Cecelia was actually very anxious, but she couldn’t show that she was in a hurry to leave. After all, it was her own child. At this time she also needed to take care of Charlotte.

Charlotte hurriedly said, “Mom, you should go home and check on Grandpa. I’m fine, you don’t need to stay with me. Just go home. It’s my fault. If not for the accident, I would have been home long ago, and there is no need for you to make a trip back.” As she spoke, she looked pretty upset.

“Charlotte, you are really a good girl.” Cecelia let out a long sigh and touched Charlotte’s forehead, “You really don’t mind being alone?”

“It’s okay, I’m a grownup now. Don’t treat me like a child, Mom. I’m almost a mother myself.” Charlotte blushed and lowered her head, stroking her belly, “It’s okay, just as long as the baby is okay.”

“Hmm.” Cecelia gently patted the back of Charlotte’s hand, “I’ll go first, then.”

“Get going. Don’t forget to give me a call when you get home.” Charlotte gave Cecelia a nudge.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Good.”

Cecelia hurriedly got up and left the VIP room quickly. In fact she wanted to rush back home.

Looking at the back of Cecelia’s hurried departure, Charlotte’s lips curled in a triumphant arc.

She sat up straight and adjusted the comfortable backrest, showing a cozy look.

Taking out her phone, she began to leisurely play a small game.

Oh, everything was going as she had expected.

Cecelia must have thought she was in a hurry to get home when she accidentally had an accident. And once she arrived home, when Cecelia found Rodney had died and fallen down the stairs. Most likely she would just think that Rodney was just to answer the phone from the second floor to the first floor, and he was simply too anxious, and he slipped. It was just an accident that he fell down the stairs.

There was no landline in Rodney’s room because he wanted it to be quiet, and he also never go to other rooms to answer the phone. If he had to answer the phone, he would only go to the living room on the first floor.

After the fall, he bled to death because no one was home.

She had heard Ricky said that the coroner could at best determine the hour of death, and not the minute.

So, everything made sense and was seamless.

No one would suspect her because she had a perfect alibi.

Rodney, Mia.

No one would ever again know what happened today, and no one would ever again know what Mia looked like.

She leaned back against the back of the bed in triumph, lazily stretching her body.

No one could get in her way, and whoever got in the way would just die!