"Amelia Rivers, with the current situation, how can you make me believe you?" Ethan Rivers cold words came out, inexplicably annoyed.
Hearing this, Amelia Rivers laughed, laughed sadly, laughed desperately, and even her sight seemed to gradually blur.
This man, he really has no trust in her at all.
"Then wait for the police." Amelia Rivers coldly opened her lips, like a ghost without a soul, picked up her mobile phone, and dialed 911.
At this time, the doctors and nurses of the hospital also rushed in, a flurry.
Before the police came, Amelia Rivers did not defend herself, and in Ethan Rivers view, this is nothing more than a play she directed and acted in.
After the police arrived, Amelia Rivers gave them the phone recording, and at the same time retrieved the surveillance video. The result was that the video before Amelia Rivers arrived at the hospital had been taken away by someone.
And the people in the monitoring room insisted that they didnt know, and it was like this before they came.
According to the autopsy report, it was also shown that Charles Rivers had been killed before Amelia Rivers arrived.
Nevertheless, Ethan Rivers still maintained a half-believing attitude towards Amelia Rivers. The picture of her holding the syringe has been lingering in his mind, and he cant forget it no matter what.
Three days later, in the suburban cemetery.
"You still have the face to come." Ethan Rivers stood in front of Charles Rivers tomb, his tone cold, a flash of disgust in his eyes.
The autumn wind blew Amelia Rivers pale but resolute face, reflecting the sourness in her eyes.
"Ethan Rivers, do you still not believe me even in this case?" Even if he didnt believe in himself before, wouldnt he believe the police, the autopsy report, the phone recording?
Is she really so unbearable, so ruthless in his heart?
"Believe you? From five years ago when you drove Grace Thompson away, I have no trust in you at all, not a bit." Ethan Rivers looked at her, his eyes cold without a trace of temperature, as if looking at a stranger.
That tone was like the echo from hell, every word digging at Amelia Rivers flesh and blood.
Grace Thompson, Grace Thompson, Ethan Rivers, your heart is only for Grace Thompson...
Amelia Rivers has never felt her existence so humble.
She didnt know why Grace Thompson disappeared for no reason at that time, and she didnt understand why this man had to put this stigma on her.
Amelia Rivers was stimulated by this long-term distrust and suddenly wanted to throw in the towel: "Alright! Even if I say Grace Thompson was driven away by me, and Grandpa was killed by me, what can you do?"
Ethan Rivers was stunned on the spot, seemingly unable to believe what he heard.
If he had been half-believing in her before, now it has been completely burned out.
Ethan Rivers couldnt control his emotions any longer, and he raised his hand to pinch her neck, but he couldnt tighten his strength.
Because Grandpa taught him since he was young, no matter how bad a man is, he cant hit a woman.
"Why dont you do it?" Amelia Rivers didnt show any emotion to dodge.
"Im afraid it will dirty my hands." After that, Ethan Rivers looked at Amelia Rivers with gritted teeth, and walked out of the cemetery without looking back.
This woman, he doesnt want to see another eye, doesnt want to say another word.
Looking at Ethan Rivers cold back, the corner of Amelia Rivers mouth seeped bitterness.
The death of Charles Rivers seemed to push their originally separated hearts even further apart...
Amelia Rivers came to the tombstone and gently stroked the photo on it, her eyes flashing with determination.
"Grandpa, I will definitely find out who killed you."
At this moment, she suddenly got up and looked at the back of a tree not far away, and vaguely saw a vague figure flash by.
Amelia Rivers hooked a trace of imperceptible coldness at the corner of her mouth, patted the dust on her body, and walked down the slope with a calm expression.
The rat is coming out.