"Don't cry." The middle-aged man held her in his arms, gently stroked her back, and comforted her: "We...we still have Eleanor, and we have to live on."
Unexpectedly, before he could finish his words, Mrs. Hill pushed him away and faced Lei Ting's angry question: "What do you mean?"
"I do not…"
Mrs. Hill covered her ears and yelled hysterically, "I won't listen. My baby's body is still warm and you've already thought of a way out. Can you trust that bastard? You just want to rely on her. If it weren't for her, her sister wouldn't have died. I will never forgive her in my life! You too, you are not allowed to forgive her in your life!"
Eleanor didn't want to interrupt her, but when she heard her put the blame on her again, she couldn't hold back her temper and retorted in a neither soft nor harsh way.
"Don't blame me for everything. Your precious daughter has offended many people outside. Her death has nothing to do with me."
"What did you say?" Mrs. Hill held up her hands and gasped.
The green-haired girl turned around and met her eyes.
There was no trace of admiration in those cold eyes, only a cold warning.
"I said she died, so don't blame me. I won't take the blame! Also, if you still want me to help you, don't put on airs. We both know what our family relationship is. If you treat me with respect outside, I will naturally give you the same return. The same goes for the other way around."
What this means is that if Mrs. Hill continues to gossip about others, she will teach Mrs. Hill a lesson in return.
"You..." Mrs. Hill was so angry that she grabbed her collar and sneered with red eyes: "Good for you, you are really awesome, you are really capable."
The green-haired girl didn't fall for it.
A light, "Thank you."
Mrs. Hill's rage, which was so intense that she wanted to eat his flesh, was crushed into pieces.
After she said this, she turned around impatiently and ignored the crazy Mrs. Hill.
"If I were you, I wouldn't help her lie after she died. When she was alive, she didn't dare to admit that she had a fish pond. At least after she died, she could follow her heart and say that she had never loved anyone."
"..." They all knew that Elena had never loved Moody at all, or maybe she loved herself the most, and besides that, she had fallen in love with someone else, but that person was not Moody.
Eleanor lied on the phone before saying that she had.
"You shouldn't lie to people." "People who take advantage of other people's feelings for profit are the most despicable."
Mrs. Hill's neck was so angry that veins were exposed, but she didn't dare to argue back. She hated and was extremely afraid of her little daughter, fearing that this disobedient and unfilial little daughter would run and tell Moody the truth.
She made a fuss on the island for two days, and her sister-in-law's attitude clearly showed that she was unwilling to get angry about Elena's death.
She could only rely on Moody.
…
Moody did not feel any better after leaving the New York Police Department.
His family kept calling him and ordering him to go back immediately and not to interfere in the matter.
On the other hand, the results of the investigation he sent people to show that Qiao Nian was the last person to visit the prison, but the time was too short to prove that she was the one who killed the person.
Looking at the endless stream of messages coming back to him, Moody could only drown his sorrows in alcohol, feeling extremely miserable.
He hated and suspected Qiao Nian.
But he wasn't completely stupid.
He would not act impulsively until there was solid evidence that Qiao Nian had done it. He only had one chance, and his father would not give him a second chance to use his family connections.
He wanted to avenge her.
So you can’t find the wrong person.
Don't be impulsive.
He's waiting for evidence.
He was waiting for evidence that would convince him that it was done by a certain person, and that 'evidence' soon came to him.