Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 237

Evening with The Wilson Family.

Inside the flower room with the curtains tightly drawn, even if the floor was rinsed twice by Jonathan, there was still a strong smell of blood.

Jonathan grimaced helplessly, "Jacob, more punch?"

"Liam didn't say to stop."

If Liam doesn't say stop, who dares to stop?

Jacob wouldn't dare.

Jonathan ...... is more afraid.

Jonathan carried the hose while flushing the floor again, while sneaking a glance at the figure of the rattan chair.

The man leaned back in the rattan chair with his eyes closed, his eyebrows tightly clustered, and his handsome face was ice-cold.

Far more bizarre and dangerously cold than usual.

Jonathan swallowed a mouthful of spit, and his gaze returned to Jacob at his side, and continued in a low voice: "Jacob, this is not the way to go on, Liam does not eat or drink the body can not carry, in this way ...... we have to die! I don't want to brush the floor."

Who isn't sleepy!!!

He was also eager to sleep.

But if Liam doesn't sleep, which one of them dares to leave.

Jacob glanced at his own Liam, who was incomparably gloomy on the wicker chair, and sighed secretly.

Since the Michael Burke incident, Liam has been investigating the entire Wilson Family.

This investigation, found seven or eight problematic.

It wasn't just Michael who paid people off, but other forces in The Wilson Family as well.

Don't look at Liam as a cold person, but he is more concerned about family and friendship than anyone else.

These people in The Wilson Family's Dark Division were chosen by him personally.

The one he chooses is the one he trusts.

But these people betrayed Liam for all sorts of things, and there were even people who wanted to kill him yesterday.

If not found in time, lying here I'm afraid it would be Liam.

The people who are personally trained to stab the knife in the back like this, Liam's heart is cold, so today's emotional outburst.

Their group is both heartbroken and scared, no one dares to lean forward, much less leave.

Jacob pinched his brow with a headache, a million times over, "You can sleep, Liam won't say anything."

Jonathan knew Liam wouldn't say anything, but ...... he wouldn't sleep, he was worried about Liam.

He didn't want Liam to go into depressing emotions over the betrayers and then not eat or drink.

Liam's body won't hold up at this rate.

"Jacob you and Liam are so close on a regular basis, go talk to Liam about life and ease his emotions. Only when Liam is in a good mood, everyone will be at ease."

Otherwise, the group of people in the dark department can't even hit and run.

One by one, they would rather stay here with Liam and stay up.

"Going up to brush up on Liam's presence when he's unstable, you want to see me thrown into the sea to feed the fish!"

Jacob spat out faintly, Jonathan was full of anxiety, "Are we just going to watch Liam go on like this?"

"Unless, of course, we're both Liam's babies ......"

The mention of the word baby, Jacob's words stopped abruptly in mid-sentence, and his gray eyes suddenly lit up.

"SHIT, how did I forget about her."

Jonathan stared at Jacob in confusion, "Who?"

"Liam's baby!"

"Huh?"

"Oops, Rita!"

Jacob knocked Jonathan's head in disgust.

Jonathan smiled and his face darkened, that bitch?

She is just a useless person, can she be useful?

He dislikes Rita in his heart, but after thinking about it, it seems that there is no other way but to let Rita try.

So after a battle of the minds, Jonathan finally compromised, "I'll go get her?"

"No need."

"That's?"

"Maybe a phone call will do." Jacob smiled, fished his phone out of his pocket, then walked a little farther to dial Rita's number.

However, there was no answer when I dialed it.

Hmm?

What is the situation?

Jacob stared at the unresponsive phone screen, his eyes blinking and blinking.

Is it hard to sleep already?

It can't be, it's only eleven o'clock.

Jacob called again undeterred, but no one answered.

Twice ......

Three times ......

Still no answer.

Jacob was looking at his phone and wondering about his life when suddenly Rita returned the call.

In the silent flower room, the bell seemed abrupt and loud at the moment.

Perhaps it is too noisy, the wicker chair on the closed eyes of Liam suddenly a cluster of ink eyebrows.

Jacob hastily clutched the phone in his hand for fear of upsetting Liam even more.

However, the man on the rattan chair suddenly opened his mouth, "Who's calling?"

Jacob swallowed and said truthfully, "Rita."

At the sound of Rita, the man in the chair's eyes widened.

Although the eyes are scarlet and red, but it is because Rita is soft.

As it happens.

The only person who can make Liam's iceberg melt at this time is Rita.

Looks like he bet on it.

Rita is their saving grace.

Jacob was gloating when a man's low voice came to his ear, "Pick up."

Jacob answered the call with a smile on his face, ready to wait for Rita to save them from the fire.