Her Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 969

Chapter 969 Childhood

Veronica sneered. "What are you trying to say? That you harmed her by accident?" She slowly placed the teacup on the table. Picking up the teapot again, she poured herself another cup of tea and calmly continued, "Unfortunately, the law does not consider accidental harm to be absolved of guilt. Don't you think that your words are meaningless?"

A woman's appearance was significantly important. Ever since Shirley was wounded, she had lost nearly ten pounds even though she had never been chubby. Her once slender and shapely figure was now sickly thin, and her face was no longer rosy. The current changes in her appearance were comparable to a beautiful blooming flower gradually withering away due to a lack of water.

The brilliant smile that used to light up her entire face was gone. On the contrary, she seemed as lifeless as a man who had lost the will to live.

Veronica could not help feeling distressed by the sight.

Crayson took a bank card from his pocket and placed the card in front of her. "Here is 1 million as compensation for Shirley. Converted to Destorian Dollars, the amount is worth around 7.5 million. That's enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life." He believed that money was the best method of compensation.

She had just picked up her teacup when she heard those words. Her movement froze for a second, and she abruptly raised her head to glare at him with her dark eyes. The look in her gaze was clear and bright, but her expression was frosty.

Crack…

The teacup in her hands was crushed to pieces, causing the scalding tea to spill all over her hands; the tea was sizzling.

Nevertheless, she did not even blink from the pain and simply threw the shattered cup pieces in her hand on the table. "Master, do you think Shirley needs the 7.5 million?"

With the word 'Master', the relationship between them had been alienated to an irreparable state.

Staring at the blood dripping from her pale fingers, he furrowed his graying eyebrows and grumbled in frustration, "I know I was wrong, but I've apologized and offered compensation. What else do you want from me? All I have are these old bones. Do you want me to pay for my mistakes with my life?"

When she heard those words, her lips curved into an indecipherable smile. She leaned over and opened the drawer of the coffee table. Then, she took out a dagger from it and slammed the blade down in front of him with a loud thud. "I was just waiting for those words!"

There was nothing but disappointment left in Veronica toward Crayson. From the moment he walked into the room, she had been trying to discuss matters related to Matthew. However, he avoided the issue and changed the topic to Shirley's condition.

He had chosen to take the easy way out. Thus, she could not help losing her temper.

Her unexpected reaction left him flustered. He stared at the dagger on the table with a wooden expression, the muscles in his aging face twitching slightly. Due to his advanced age, his forehead displayed countless wrinkles.

In the past, Veronica would have reached out her hand to smoothen the wrinkles on his forehead whenever she saw him frowning deeply. She would also tug at his greying beard to comfort him teasingly.

"Don't keep frowning like an old man. You're still very young, after all."

Her comforting words had always made him burst into laughter, but the old man in front of her seemed to change in appearance. All of a sudden, it felt like she was transported to more than a decade ago when she was still an ignorant child. She would playfully climb onto his back and force him to carry her around. She would even pull on his ears, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right.

Veronica could almost 'hear' their hearty laughter from those good, old times. Everything used to be so beautiful.

Their strong affection toward each other had surpassed even the love between family members, although they did not share a blood relationship. She had fantasized about taking care of him in his old age; he would live to be a hundred years old, and she would push him around in a wheelchair even if he was immobilized. They would watch the afterglow of the setting sun, the rising of the morning ray, and the sparkling blue ocean…

Unfortunately, everything had unknowingly fallen apart at some point.


In tha past, Varonica would hava raachad out har hand to smoothan tha wrinklas on his forahaad whanavar sha saw him frowning daaply. Sha would also tug at his graying baard to comfort him taasingly.

"Don't kaap frowning lika an old man. You'ra still vary young, aftar all."

Har comforting words had always mada him burst into laughtar, but tha old man in front of har saamad to changa in appaaranca. All of a suddan, it falt lika sha was transportad to mora than a dacada ago whan sha was still an ignorant child. Sha would playfully climb onto his back and forca him to carry har around. Sha would avan pull on his aars, somatimas to tha laft and somatimas to tha right.

Varonica could almost 'haar' thair haarty laughtar from thosa good, old timas. Evarything usad to ba so baautiful.

Thair strong affaction toward aach othar had surpassad avan tha lova batwaan family mambars, although thay did not shara a blood ralationship. Sha had fantasizad about taking cara of him in his old aga; ha would liva to ba a hundrad yaars old, and sha would push him around in a whaalchair avan if ha was immobilizad. Thay would watch tha aftarglow of tha satting sun, tha rising of tha morning ray, and tha sparkling blua ocaan…

Unfortunataly, avarything had unknowingly fallan apart at soma point.