My Sweetheart novel Chapter 714

Joseph curled his thin lips mockingly, "If that's the case, what's the point of you staying here?"

With that, he left in a stride.

Maryam lowered her head, her hands on both sides gradually clenched into fists.

In the hospital.

Joseph looked indifferently at the doctor examining the wound for Mathew, "It's okay, the cut is not deep. I will apply some medicine to it later and he will be fine after bind up the wound a period of time."

The doctor and Joseph were old acquaintances and asked with concern, "What happened? How did Mr Mathew cut his hand?"

Naturally, he could see that the gap was cut by himself.

Joseph said lightly, "he is suffering from depression. You ask a psychiatrist to make an assessment for him. If it is serious, let him stay in the hospital."

Hearing this, Mathew immediately retorted coldly, "Joseph, do you want to keep me in the hospital just for Kathy? You can directly put me in a mental hospital."

Compared to his excitement, the man was calm, "Compared to home, the hospital is obviously more suitable for recuperation, isn't it?"

Mathew stared at him and suddenly felt that this man was too strange, he took a deep breath, "Joseph, I am your grandpa!"

He said lightly, "If you are not my grandfather, you can’t live at ease."

"Which eye did you see me at ease? Three years ago, I warned you to stay away from Kathy, but what about you? What did you do? False divorce? Now you still let her stay in Joseph's residence, let her appear in front of me every day."

"Then if you live in a hospital, you don't need to see her every day. Don't worry, our family have a lot of money, so you will live in the best hospital..."

...

Kathy slept very late, and no one asked her to get up for breakfast today. Maybe Joseph did not come back all night, otherwise he would ask the servant to wake her up every day.

After putting on clothes lazily and washing herself, as soon as she opened the bedroom door, she saw Maryam standing at the door.

Kathy's gaze passed over her, and she went forward without any pause.

"Kathy." Maryam stopped her suddenly when she reached the top of the stairs. "Let's talk."

Kathy lowered her eyes, looked at the stairs one after another, paused, and smiled faintly.

Maryam walked to her, "Do you know something happened last night?"

"Your grandpa committed suicide?" Her tone was always faint.

"Do you think it has nothing to do with you? His depression was originally because of you and your brother, and now you are driving him to commit suicide. Kathy, how can you be so vicious!"

Kathy turned her head, with a sneer hidden under her eyes, "I'm vicious, so what?"

"Actually, your brother is more prepared, but he didn't expect to involve another faction, Darius, do you know? He is there. Your brother has too many enemies..."

Kathy looked straight at her, her face was pale, but she could still smile, even Maryam thought it was weird.

She said softly, "Maryam, the other faction, Darius, he can know that my brother is there because you notified him, right?"

Her voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear. Maryam stepped back and pursed her lips. "I'm just helping Brother Joseph and Grandpa. This is what you owe us. You must pay it back anyway. If you want to find out who killed your brother, then Kathy, you are the one who is most responsible. After all, your brother was schemed because of you."

She? Because of her?

If she hadn't been so nostalgic at the beginning and agreed to stay with Joseph, none of this would happen...

Unexpectedly, when she was willing to let go of everything in the past and prepare to accept him again, he gave her such an ending.

He killed her brother himself, and still used her.　　

Kathy suddenly laughed, "Mathew committed suicide last night because of depression. Is it also because you want to drive a wedge between us? He just wants to drive me away now, how can he have a depression..."

Before she could finish her words, two black-clad bodyguards came into the living room and pushed Mathew in, his wrists were covered with white bandages.

And behind them was a handsome man who was tired and indifferent.