Catherine Jones and Shaun Hill novel Chapter 570

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 570
This was the second time Wesley had gotten stabbed in order to save her.

However, Catherine could only feel guilty about it and could not give him anything else.

“Tsk tsk, is he Freya’s lover or yours?” Thomas grinned. “Catherine Jones, it seems you’ve been fooling around with other men behind my sister’s husband’s back.”

“Thomas Neeson, you beast! I’ve already called the cops. It’s illegal to break into another person’s home and hurt others. I’ll never forgive you.” Catherine had never hated someone as much as she hated Thomas now.

“Hehe, go right ahead. My sister’s husband is Young Master Hill. He’ll definitely help me.” Thomas showed a smug and indifferent expression. “After all, I’ve done things like this tons of times before. He has always helped me time and again.”

He kept saying ‘my sister’s husband’, but Shaun was clearly Catherine’s husband.

That smug expression made Catherine so angry that her body trembled.

Fortunately, the police rushed in at that moment and quickly arrested Thomas and the others.

Wesley and Freya were swiftly sent to the hospital.

While she was sitting in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, Catherine’s phone rang incessantly. They were all calls from the Hill family, including Shaun.

She answered his call and immediately heard his angry roar. “Catherine Jones, did you drive the car out so late at night to die? You even dared to crash into the gate of the manor. I’m telling you, if anything happens to my children, I’ll take your life.”

“Shaun, so you still remember that you have children, huh?”

Catherine could not hold back and screamed at the man, “Why did I go out? It’s because Thomas Neeson broke into my best friend’s house and assaulted her. It’s all your fault. It’s because of you that the scumbag has become more arrogant and immoral. Shaun Hill, I hate you. I really hate you!”

After venting out her emotions, her tears fell like a broken pearl necklace.

She covered her face and burst into tears.

Wesley, who was lying weakly on the stretcher, gripped her hand with eyes full of worry.

Catherine hung up the phone and let her cries echo in the ambulance.

She had never been more regretful than today.