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To him, Lizzy had always been a warm little sun.
Her joy and optimism had helped him through his darkest times. She had healed his heart.
Of course he couldn’t stand seeing her cry like this.
“John, Simon, I really should’ve been the one to die.”
Elsa’s sobs turned to full-body heaves. “What did my mom ever do to deserve this? Why is she the one in the ICU? Why not me? Why…”
Lily didn’t believe for a second that Elsa didn’t know about Wendy’s plan.
She needed to get her hands on the evidence-she had no time to sit here watching Elsa put on a show.
Even though her head was pounding and her legs felt like lead, she braced herself against the bedrail and slowly got up.
She hadn’t worn her micro camera every day in the past.
But after almost being assaulted by Randall and the others at the Charmer, she’d bought a miniature camera with audio recording and had worn it daily ever since-just in case.
Wendy had already destroyed her dashcam, so that wasn’t going to help.
But the camera on her body had definitely captured everything.
She could access the footage from her phone or laptop.
After being force-fed two bottles of strong liquor, she’d passed out cold and had no idea what Wendy did to her phone afterward.
But knowing Wendy, there was no doubt the woman would’ve tampered with it somehow.
And Lily was sure that Wendy and Elsa weren’t just aiming to get her locked up.
They wanted to use public opinion to ruin her completely, to make sure she’d never recover.
At this point, her so-called drunk driving test results and photos of Wendy’s so-called critical injuries had probably already gone viral.
She had to get back to the Luke family estate, edit the footage of Wendy framing her, and upload it-make Wendy understand what it meant to dig her own grave.
“Lily, after what you did to Wendy, you still have the nerve to run?!”
John had been too busy comforting Elsa to notice Lily getting out of bed.
But Simon, whose gaze kept drifting to her, did.
Seeing her try to leave even after making Elsa cry like that-without a hint of remorse-made him think she was nothing but a cruel, vile monster.
He wasn’t about to let her walk away. He stormed over and grabbed her throat without mercy.
“Apologize to Elsa! Until Wendy wakes up, you’re staying right outside the ICU! If she doesn’t make it-I’ll make you pay with your life!”
“Simon, are you insane?!”
Her chin had just started to recover from John’s grip, and now Simon was trying to strangle her? Lily was livid.
But strength-wise, she was no match. No matter how furious she was, she couldn’t break free from his grasp
And he only kept tightening his grip, like he really was trying to snap her neck.
Her body trembled from the pain, and she coughed violently before she could find her voice again.
“I already said-I wasn’t drunk. I didn’t hit Wendy with my car. I have evidence. Her so-called critical injury? It was all staged!”
She didn’t want this lunatic to actually strangle her, so she grabbed his wrists with both hands, trying to relieve the pressure on her throat!
But the more she struggled, the more violent his gaze became.
He squeezed harder. The pain was so unbearable she could barely move, let alone pry him off.
“Lily, Wendy’s on the brink of death because of you. If you won’t admit what you’ve done, fine. But how dare you slander her on top of everything else?”
“How dare you?! Say it!”
“It was Wendy who framed me! Simon, you’re a blind idiot with a rotten brain. You’re sick!”
Lily knew exactly what Simon and John wanted-to see her beg, to see her grovel, to see her admit guilt in front of Elsa.
But she hadn’t done anything wrong. Why the hell should she apologize?
The commotion Simon caused was loud enough that John quickly noticed.
In John’s mind, Lily was still his woman. No matter how unforgivable her actions might be, he didn’t want Simon laying a hand on her.
And yet, looking at her so defiant, so proud, so unrepentant, he forced himself to ignore the pain in his chest and watched with cold eyes.
He was waiting-for her to cave, to admit fault, to beg him to save her.
“Let me go! I need to get back and get the evidence!”
Lily was furious. She raised her hand and slapped Simon across the face.
Simon froze.
He couldn’t believe she’d actually dare to hit him again.
But in that moment, he also got a clear look at her.
Her face was flushed from lack of oxygen, but she still looked deathly pale. Her left arm was bleeding. The fabric around her lower leg was soaked through with red.
Clearly, she was injured too.
A sharp wave of pain burst in his chest, uncontrollable and immediate-and his grip on her eased just slightly.
But then he remembered: this woman had hurt someone. She had struck him.
And yet he still felt sorry for her?
He hated himself for it.
So, as if to prove to himself that he didn’t care, he tightened his grip-harder than before, like he was ready to snap her neck.
“Lily!”
Lily still hadn’t returned to the Luke family estate, and Grace was getting anxious.
She had just been about to ask James to go find her when Ivan spotted the headline online-Lily drunk driving and injuring Wendy.
They hadn’t wasted a second. They rushed straight to the hospital.
And now, seeing Simon nearly choke Lily to death, Ivan panicked and sprinted over. “Are you out of your damn mind?! What the hell are you doing to Lily?! Aren’t you afraid my brother’s gonna break your legs?!”
Huh?
John’s eyes snapped up.
Did he just call…?
Victor, the second Luke son, was buried in research. He hadn’t been home since Lily and James registered their marriage.
The Luke family cared deeply for Lily.
Tonight, everyone but Victor had come to the hospital.
John’s bloodshot eyes scanned Grace’s face.
She and Lily were the only women in the room besides his own mother.
Ivan would never call either of them “sister-in-law.”
And Elsa? That was out of the question.
That only left Lily.
So Ivan was calling Lily “sister-in-law”?
But Lily was his girlfriend. His woman. Why the hell would Ivan call her that?
Had Ivan lost his damn mind?
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