You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Chapter 783 Nina's Suspicions

"Are you crazy?" Bryant thought that Valerie must be.

Why else would she push Michelle down the stairs for no reason?

Valerie kept sobbing. "I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean it. It was an accident."

She had never wanted to kill anyone.

She had watched the paramedics load Michelle into the ambulance. Because Michelle's head injury looked serious, Valerie didn't know whether or not the other woman would recover.

What if Michelle died?

Would her family seek revenge? Would Leon make her life a living hell?

Fear spread in Valerie's heart until she felt like it was difficult to breathe.

Her confession had come so suddenly that Bryant found himself unable to think straight. He also started to hyperventilate a little.

When her cousin didn't say anything, Valerie thought that he didn't care about her anymore. As tears continued to stream down her face, she held onto his clothes, clutching the fabric until her knuckles turned white.

"Bryant, only you can help me. Please don't leave me to fend for myself. Please."

As she continued to pull at his clothes, Bryant felt as if a stone had been hung around his shoulders. His collar began to chafe against the back of his neck. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

But he couldn't leave her alone.

"Was she seriously injured? Has she been sent to the hospital?"

"Yes, yes." Valerie's voice started to get choked up from crying too much. "I was the one who called for the ambulance. But she was unconscious."

That meant her injury was serious.

Bryant's expression darkened. "Tell me honestly, was it an accident or did you push her on purpose?"

"It was an accident. I swear!" Valerie lifted her head, turning her tear-filled eyes up at him. "I really didn't mean to do it."

"Did anyone see it happen?" Bryant asked.

"No." Valerie started wiping away her tears with one hand. "No one saw it. Afterwards, I called Randi for help and phoned for an ambulance. Before they brought Michelle to the hospital, Randi said that she was still breathing.

Bryant, you have to believe me."

Bryant reached out and helped her wipe her tears away. "Don't cry. Since you didn't do it on purpose, everything will be fine. When Michelle comes around, you should sincerely apologize to her. She's very kind. I know she'll forgive you and clear your name."

"No, she won't," Valerie argued defensively. "She hates me so she'll definitely tell Leon that I deliberately pushed her down the stairs. There are no surveillance cameras in the emergency stairwell so it's my word against hers. There's no way to prove my innocence."

The crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling cast a warm orange glow on the room, but color was draining from Valerie's face.

Her cheeks and lips were pale, and her eyes were bloodshot and swollen. The contrast was shocking.

Who would have thought that a pampered lady from a rich family—who usually carried herself with elegance and grace—could kneel on the floor in such a disheveled state?

Bryant helped her to her feet. "I'll deal with it. Stay home for now. Don't go anywhere until Michelle regains consciousness."

"Bryant, even if Michelle wakes up, she won't speak for me." Valerie sat on the edge of the bed. Her mattress and sheets were warm, but she still felt cold.

Her whole body felt as if she had been dipped in a tub of ice.

Bryant scolded her, "Then what do you want? Do you wish that Michelle will never wake up? If she doesn't regain consciousness, no one can prove your innocence. You'd never be able to clear your name."

"Bryant..." Valerie really didn't believe that Michelle would be so kind.

At the same time, she was afraid that something bad might happen to Michelle.

If anything happened to Michelle, she would probably be better off dead.

Bryant kept a poker face as he told her, "Wash your face and go downstairs to have dinner. I'll keep an eye on Michelle. Do not get involved."

Happy to hear that he was going to assist her in this matter, Valerie nodded. "Okay.

Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You can help me by not leaving the house and not causing any more trouble." Bryant couldn't talk to her nicely anymore.

Michelle just happened to be sent to Kanner Hospital.

It was the only medical institution of the Shi family.

After undergoing surgery, Michelle was naturally sent to the best ward so that she could recuperate. The ward had been decorated to resemble a nice bedroom—warm, spacious and comfortable.

Michelle didn't have a concussion, but because she had hit the back of her head on the stairs, it left a cut that was five centimeters long. The doctor had to shave off a part of her hair in order to stitch up the wound. Her head was now bandaged.

Medicine had been applied to her knees and a bandage was wrapped around her sprained ankle. A pillow had also been placed under legs to keep her feet elevated.

She had been hooked to an IV.

She had yet to gain consciousness, but her life was completely out of danger.

The doctor told Leon not to worry.

When he and Michelle parted that morning, she had been so lively. Now, it was getting late and she was lying so still in the bed. How could he not worry?

Leon watched Michelle for any sign of movement.

Nina stood with a frown. "One cut at the back of her head. Two injuries from the front. She must have fallen at least twice today. Leon, how did Mimi fall?"

"I don't know," Leon admitted in a low and hoarse voice.

Nina was surprised. "Didn't you send her to the hospital?"

"No."

"Then who did?" Since the person concerned was still in a coma, no one in the hospital room knew what had happened.

At first glance, it looked like Michelle had fallen by accident.

However, she was a functioning adult. Why would she fall over for no reason? Van and Don ran around at high speeds every day and even they didn't suffer from such serious injuries.

Even if Michelle tripped by accident, it was unlikely for her to fall twice.

Nina felt that things were not as they seemed. She stepped closer to Michelle and reached out to lift the blanket.

"Nini, what are you doing?" Leon quickly grabbed Nina's wrist, preventing her from touching the blanket.

The nurse assigned to Michelle's room had changed her into a clean hospital gown. Without the cover of her high-necked sweater, Michelle's hickeys would be exposed.

The nurse was polite and professional enough not to comment on it. She even pulled the blanket up to Michelle's chin so that the kiss marks wouldn't be seen by visitors.

If Nina had managed to lift the blanket before Leon could stop her, she would have discovered the hickeys as well.

If Michelle had woken up and learned about this, Leon would be screwed. She would probably forbid him from kissing her again.

He couldn't let that happen!

And it felt inappropriate to let Nina see such a thing.

However, Leon's reaction only made his sister more suspicious.

It was unusual.

Was he hiding something from her?

Nina casually withdrew her hand. "What are you doing, Leon? I just wanted to check Mimi's body for more clues."

Usually, Nina sounded sweet and gentle. Now, her voice seemed to make the temperature in the room drop.

Even Leon felt nervous. He couldn't help but shudder.

But in the end, he was a cunning fox who had gone through a lot of ups and downs. In the next second, his expression was back to normal. "I just didn't want Michelle to catch a cold."

Skeptical of his excuse, John asked, "Do you think that the air conditioner is just for decoration?"

Speechless with surprise, Leon looked back at him.