Edward Cullen didnt expect Lucy Honeychurch to say such words, and for a moment, he was stunned.
Every time he spoke like this before, this woman would plead with him desperately.
He quickly turned to look at Isabelle, suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, "Isabelle, let her recover quickly, I want to divorce her as soon as possible."
Isabelle listened, secretly delighted in her heart, but pretended to hesitate on her face, "Edward, you cant do this! Lucy has just lost a child, and her heart will inevitably be traumatized! Thats why she said those words just now, but its just talking, after all, she didnt do it, right?"
"Isabelle, you are always so kind. But dont worry, marrying her was never my intention, and now Im going to move your things over, for a woman like this, you dont have to care too much."
After saying that, Edward took Isabelle and turned to leave.
Lucy slowly closed her eyes, a tear sliding down her cheek.
She was too persistent, not hurting others, but hurting herself all over!
Edward was too ruthless, ruthless enough to scare her!
If she had left him earlier, her child wouldnt have died, wouldnt have died!
Tears dried up as they flowed.
As the sun set in the west, the pale yellow light shone into the room through the window.
She got up unsteadily and went down to the ground, looking for her mobile phone everywhere, she wanted to tell everyone about his deeds.
However, there was no mobile phone in the bedroom, living room, or study.
Even the landline in the living room had been cut off.
She knew Edward had never let his guard down against her, but she never thought his guard was so deep.
Suddenly, a car braking sound came from downstairs.
Lucy hurriedly closed the drawer in front of the TV cabinet, tiptoed to the window, and saw Edward reach out and pull Isabelle into his arms.
Her heart was hit hard, her eyes wide open, her pupils filled with hatred and anger.
Her child had just died, and they couldnt wait to get together!
She grabbed a fruit knife on the coffee table and rushed to the door, leaning against the wall.
As soon as the door opened, Lucy raised her hand and stabbed at Edwards lower body.
Edward covered the wound on his lower body, his expression unbelievable.
Lucy saw Edwards forehead veins bulging with pain, and a smile appeared in her bloodshot eyes, "Edward Cullen! You killed my child, and I will make you infertile!"
Isabelle, who was walking behind, hurried up in high heels, saw the blood on Edwards trousers, glanced at the bloody fruit knife in Lucys hand, and shouted sternly, "Lucy, if something happens to Edward, I will never forgive you!"
"Forgive?" Lucy sneered, holding the knife tighter in her hand, "You are also an accomplice in the death of my child! So you should die too!"
"Edward! Save me!" Isabelle saw Lucy raising the knife to stab at herself, and immediately panicked and dodged behind.
Just as the knife was about to reach Isabelle, Edward suddenly reached out and grabbed it, regardless of the bright red blood gushing out between his fingers, and fiercely pulled Lucy in front of him, "Are you crazy? How long do you want to be crazy?"
"Crazy! If being crazy can kill you to avenge my child, then I would rather be crazy!"
Lucys long hair was scattered because of the pull, her eyes dyed with blood, her faces expression was terrifying and tough.
Edward listened to Lucys harsh words, a fierce look flew out from the bottom of his eyes, and he said one word at a time, "Is that so! Then I can only destroy your hands first!"
"Ah..." Lucys scream echoed through the villa.