Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 196

Emily's head buzzed and he suddenly remembered what had happened before.

They were in a car accident and Franklin's face was covered in blood. The blood on her body was still

Franklin's, and she didn't know how Franklin was now. She remembered that his legs couldn't move

and were stuck inside.

Emily burst into tears, crying as he anxiously walked out, reaching for the door.

Andrew grabbed her and said, "What are you doing? It's night. It's dark outside."

"Let go of me. I'm going to see Franklin. How is he? You bastard, if anything happens to him, I won't let

you go." Emily shook off Andrew's hand and cried as he cried, his voice hoarse.

Andrew sneered, "You'd better not let me go. You'll be stuck with me for the rest of your life. Emily,

even if you die, I'll drag you to hell."

"Andrew, where on earth have I offended you? You have to do this to me. Why did you do this? Why

did you suddenly appear here?" Emily was so angry that she trembled and wanted to rush up and

strangle the bastard.

Andrew said, "I came when I saw the note you gave me. Emily, you don't know. I was thinking of dying,

but when I saw the note you gave me, I had hope of surviving. But why did you reconcile with Franklin,

why did you have to be so loving, why didn't you just break up and divorce?"

"Bastard, bastard."

Emily trembled in anger and caught sight of a vase at the door. Without hesitation, he rushed over and

lifted it up, hitting Andrew on the head.

Andrew looked at her in a daze without blinking. With Emily's frightened eyes, he slowly fell down.

Emily was trembling with fear, and Andrew had no blood on his head at first. But slowly, there was

blood oozing out, and I didn't know what kind of person he was.

She squatted down and placed her finger on his nose, only to be relieved to find that there was still air.

She quickly searched the room for her cell phone and took out her wallet with her.

There were a lot of missed calls on the phone, and several of them belonged to Lisa.

She quickly dialed the hospital's emergency call and told them that there was an injured person here,

so she ran away before Andrew woke up.

I don't know where it is, but I'll run out first.

After running out, she realized that it was really late at night. There was no one in the neighborhood. It

was dark and scary.

But she couldn't care less. Franklin's life was in doubt. She called Lisa but no one answered, so she

had to run out of the neighborhood to see if she could run into a car and go home first.

Fortunately, there were still traffic on the road, but she was covered in blood and no taxi dared to stop

to pick her up.

Just when she was in a hurry, crying and waving her arms, hoping that the car would stop. Her phone

rang again. It was Lisa.

"Where are you now?" Lisa asked.

Emily held his phone and sobbed, "I... I don't know. I can't get a cab. Where's Franklin now? How is

he?"

"Tell me what big building is next to you," Lisa said.

Emily looked aside and finally saw a billboard and told Lisa.

Lisa said, "Don't move there. I'll pick you up right away."

Then he hung up.

Emily didn't expect her to hang up so fast and kept asking Franklin how she was doing. It was not until Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

he heard the busy "beep" inside that he knew that Lisa had hung up.

She crouched down sadly and hugged her knees. Like a little abandoned animal, he squatted there

pitifully and cried incessantly. He was scared to death, afraid that something would happen to Franklin,

afraid that Franklin would...

If something happened to him, she wouldn't want to live.

"Get in the car." Lisa's car stopped in front of her, opened the window and shouted to her.

Emily was shocked and quickly stood up.

She squatted for a long time, her legs were numb, and she almost fell down.

Fortunately, he held Lisa's car and opened the door to get in.

Lisa frowned at her and said, "How did you do that? Where have you been all day? I couldn't get

through to you. Do you know that the police are looking for you now?"

"The police are looking for me?" Emily was surprised.

But she immediately asked, "Don't say that. Tell me how Franklin is. Is he okay? Have you sent him to

the hospital?"

Lisa frowned and said, "Mr. Brent was indeed sent to the hospital, but the situation is not optimistic. He

hasn't woken up yet, and his leg... I don't know if it is possible to keep it."

Emily was cold and his blood froze.

After a long time, he said in a trembling voice, "What do you mean, I don't know if I can keep my leg?

What happened to his leg?"

"There's a comminuted fracture in the leg that's stuck. The doctor is still examining it, and it's not clear

yet," Lisa said.

Emily cried out "Wow." What would Franklin do if he couldn't keep his leg?

Lisa was irritated by her crying and scolded, "Stop crying. Is it time to cry? You should think about what

you should do first!"

"I'm going to find him, I'm going to see him, and I'm going to the hospital right away," Emily cried.

Lisa slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road, "Emily, you haven't figured it out

yet. Do you know that you're wanted now?"

Emily: ..."

"What did you say? I'm a wanted man. How could that be? How could I be a wanted man?"

"Mr. Brent's car was attacked. Mr. Brent and Jason are unconscious now. No one can tell what

happened. The other person in the car, you, is missing. Then Mrs. Brent told the police that you were

trying to murder Mr. Brent with an outsider. After the car accident, he ran away with his accomplice.

Now you're wanted, and the whole city is looking for you."

Emily's head gave a "Bang" and his face turned pale.

She shook her head and said to Lisa, "No, I didn't. Lisa, believe me. I didn't murder Franklin with

anyone else. How could I? He's my husband. It was that crazy Andrew Andrew who did it. I was

knocked out and taken away by him. I just woke up and found a chance to escape. I really didn't

murder him."

"Of course I believe you." Lisa looked at her and said, "But do you think Mrs. Brent will believe it? Mr.

Brent is unconscious now. Mrs. Brent is the one who makes the decisions about the Brents. Do you

think she will believe it? As long as she's on her side, do you think the police will believe Mr. Brent's

mother, or your wife, who disappeared without a trace when something happened, or even a wife who

didn't even have a wedding? Mrs. Brent wants to frame you, and any excuse can make your murder

into evidence."