Falling for My Contractual Wife (Grace and Brian) novel Chapter 443

Grace had nothing to say in the face of his questioning.

Brian looked at her silently lowering her head and a faint anger rose in his heart.

He thought, 'She wants to draw a clear line with me! I guess she wants to not be affiliated with me at all. In order to avoid me, she actually pretended to lose her memory!'

Thinking of this, Brian wanted to strangle her to death. Now that she was thrown into jail and was charged with murder, he felt very difficult to help her.

There was a long silence. Brian thought that Grace would say something. He thought that she would beg him to think of a way to save her.

If she begged him, he would do everything he could to save her.

However, Grace only lowered her head slightly and her eyes were slightly lowered. She did not even look at him.

The anger in his heart instantly surged.

After waiting for a long time, she still did not speak. His voice was cold as he said, "The Adkins family is pressuring the police now. They want to sentence you to death. We were once married. I can only protect you and try to sentence you based on the facts. Since you made a mistake, you should be punished."

Grace's tears fell.

She looked up at him hurriedly and wiped the tears from her eyes.

She broke into a smile, but it was uglier than crying. With a trembling voice, she said, "Thank you."

Brian clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. "This is the last time I'll help you. From now on... we are not associated anymore."

With that, he hung up the phone and left without looking back.

Grace raised her head and looked at him. Her eyes were blurred with tears. She wiped the tears from her eyes forcefully, but what she saw was his heartless back.

After carrying the items, someone instructed her to serve the iron pot and stir-fry the vegetables. She looked at the iron pot that was heavier than her and hesitated.

The man kicked her again. "What are you looking at? Don't you want to do it? Cooking is a woman's job! Hurry up!"

Grace had no choice but to cook.

There was another pot beside her. A man was pouring oil into the pot. Just as Grace was cooking, a spoonful of boiling oil was suddenly splashed at her.

Her arm instantly turned red as she screamed.

The man standing beside her apologized with a fake attitude, "I'm sorry. I didn't hold the spoon properly."

Grace gritted her teeth and turned on the tap. She stretched her arm under the tap and rinsed for a while.