My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 339

"All right."

They confronted each other. The atmosphere was tense and solemn.

It seemed to take a long time for Connie to make a compromise. "If Christina releases Carrie, I'll let her go today."

Although Connie still put her long knife for cutting toast around Christina's neck, Christina was not too afraid. Listening to Connie and her father's conversation, which seemed to have a double meaning, she found that they hided something from her.

"Carrie deserved it when she was caught," Christina turned her face with difficulty and looked deeply at Connie, who was standing behind her, said stubbornly, "I won't plead for Carrie. You want me to release her? Dream on!"

"You dare!"

Connie looked into her clear eyes and gritted her teeth angrily. The blade pressed against her blood vessel and exerted force. Christina frowned in pain. Bright red blood slid across her fair neck, which was especially dazzling.

Betty's heart almost jumped out of her chest. She hurriedly persuaded, "Connie, we'll promise you anything you want. What happened to Carrie? You make it clear... You release Christina. Don't hurt her..."

But Christina seemed to be afraid of nothing. She spoke in a loud voice, "Connie, this knife is so blunt. It will take a lot of time to cut my blood vessels with it. A doctor will come in half an hour. You have to hurry up, or you will be in jail before my bleeding runs out..."

"Shut up!"

Christina originally wanted to anger Connie, but she didn't expect Donald, her cold father, to take the lead in scolding her. He was so angry that he was coughing anxiously.

Seeing that he looked terrible, Betty immediately walked over and patted him on the back worriedly.

Connie glanced at Donald subconsciously.

Her face was gloomy and angry. She knew that Donald had been sick recently, and a doctor would come to check on him at a fixed time every day. She held a metal knife and wished that it would kill Christina immediately.

"Release her... I'll promise to all your requests." Donald calmed down and gave Connie a promise in a hoarse voice.

Christina wanted to say something, but Connie had already pushed her away.

In fact, Connie held a knife against her just for a moment of anger and impulse. She had always been rational. With Donald's promise, she also found a way out. It would really be a stupid thing to hurt Christina.

Donald held a dining chair and sat down, adjusting his breathing.

Connie's face was gloomy. He clenched the knife tightly and slammed it angrily on the table, pulling out a chair and sitting opposite him.

Betty immediately ran to Christina and looked at the bloodstains on her neck. She became anxious and worried. "How's your neck? is it painful? I'll put a dressing on your wound now..."

Christina's neck was only slightly injured. Before she came to her mind from Connie's glare, her father scolded angrily, "She deserves it. Ignore her!"

"It's doesn't matter."

Christina grabbed a few pieces of facial tissue on the table and pressed down on the wound.

Her face was purple with rage, and she didn't care about her little injury. She was just upset that her father was so partial to Connie. She was the one who was hurt, and her father was always so fierce to her.

She and Betty also sat down. The four of them looked at each other with their own thoughts.

"What's wrong with Carrie?"

Donald spoke first, probably because he was ill, and his voice was lower than usual.

"Didn't your baby daughter tell you?"

Connie sneered and looked at Christina with hatred. "Christina put Carrie in a mental hospital..."

It was the first time Donald and Betty had heard of this. They frowned and turned to look at Christina.

Donald roared angrily at her. "See what you had done!"

Christina was not surprised by this scolding tone. Anyway, she was the one who caused everything. She held a bad attitude and didn't say anything.

Seeing her temper, Betty immediately elbowed her and whispered, "Your father is still sick. Don't anger him. Tell him what's going on."