CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 70 Julian's Trick

Chapter 70 Julian's Trick

Lots of scenes ended up frozen on the bloody lump.

Her baby must feel very painful, right?

Lilian closed her eyes, holding the knife to her wrist.

The sharp blade pressed against her skin, immediately leaving a trace of blood. If she just pulled the blade lightly, she could be free.

But at that moment, her phone in her pocket suddenly rang.

Lilian opened her eyes and looked at the knife in her hand. She was stunned for a moment and took out her phone.

It was a message from Courtney.

She had been waiting for this message for so long, but she didn't expect it to come at this moment.

Lilian's eyelashes trembled as she opened WhatsApp and played the voice message.

She only heard Courtney sigh softly, "Lilian, am I really stupid? Francis said I was stupid, and he was right."

"What's the point of a stupid person like me being alive? It's just a waste of air, a waste of food... It's better to just die."

Courtney seemed to be drunk, her words slurred.

The knife slipped from Lilian's hand, making a crisp sound. She quickly typed on her phone, "Where are you?"

Unfortunately, Courtney didn't reply.

Lilian sent many messages, but they all went unanswered. She searched through her contacts and found Michael's account on WhatsApp.

She sent him a series of messages as well.

Michael had a good relationship with Courtney, so he wouldn't just let her be. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

After a while, Michael replied to her.

"Don't worry, Ms. Rossum. How could someone like her who just talks big really commit suicide? She was just saying it. People who really want to die would never say it."

"Don't worry too much. I'll go find her right away. Take care of yourself! Courtney is just scaring you. I'll make her treat you to something delicious another day!"

Listening to Michael's words, Lilian glanced at the fruit knife on the ground with lowered eyes, but she didn't have the courage to pick it up anymore.

Perhaps it was Michael's cheerful tone that dispelled the gloom in her heart and gave her a glimmer of hope.

It made her feel like the world wasn't so terrible.

......

Francis drove on the road at night, with his phone constantly ringing beside him. He didn't answer.

Soon, he arrived at Julian's house. He skillfully entered the password, pushed open the door, and heard crying from inside.

"Marie, don't stop me. No one cares about me, and no one cares whether I live or die. I don't want to live anymore. It's meaningless!"

Julian held a fruit knife in her hand, ready to cut her wrist. Marie desperately held onto her hand.

"Miss Quinn, please calm down! If something happens to you, Mr. Landau will kill me!"

"Let go! It's my own choice to die. It's none of your business!"

The two argued, and Marie looked up and saw Francis standing at the kitchen door. His hair was slightly messy, his clothes were still wet, and his face was gloomy. He looked so indifferent.

"Mr. Landau." Marie frantically signaled to Julian. "Mr. Landau is here."

Julian paused for a moment and said in a fit of pique, "So what if he's here? Can he control whether I live or die?"

As she spoke, she was about to cut her wrist.

But Francis didn't move. Julian held the knife and suddenly felt so embarrassed.

Luckily, she had her back to Francis, so he couldn't see that she was just pretending by using the back of the knife.

Julian gradually calmed down. If she didn't sense the coldness behind her, she would have doubted whether Francis had really come.

She braced herself and glanced at Marie.

Marie also looked helpless, as if saying, "You asked for it. Let's see how you handle this now."

"Why aren't you cutting it?"

Francis's voice finally sounded from behind, containing a hint of subtle anger.