My Sweetheart novel Chapter 517

"Quinn, get Ella." Veronica looked at the man beside her.

Quinn frowned and did not move at all, because he saw Joseph coming over.

Ella broke free from his brother and ran to Joseph.

"Joseph, trust me. I didn't harm Grandpa...."

Joseph's face was tense as he stared at Ella and Reece.

"Ella, let's go home." Reece came to Ella and held her shoulder, taking her away.

Her eyes on Joseph, she wanted to grab him but couldn't even reach his arm.

Reece brought her into the car.

Ella burst into tears. She stared at her brother and murmured, "Was it you?"

Reece looked coldly at the building that was fading away from sight and smiled sinisterly. "So what?"

In the next second, Ella's hand came at his face, but he caught it.

"Ella, don't forget who you are," Reece reminded her.

"Mathew has been nice to me," she muttered.

"Mr Mathew is nice to you?" Reece sneered, "And I am not?"

His eyes were dripping malice.

Ella did not dare to look at him or speak.

She twisted her fingers, looking ashen.

"Veronica is suspecting us."

"So what? She doesn't have proof."

"Reece, don't hurt Mathew...."

He cut her off quickly, "Ella, I want him dead."

Ella grew even more agitated when she saw his bloodthirsty eyes.

She knew him well. No one was ever able to persuade him.

In Joseph’s residence.

Joseph went straight to his grandfather's room. The personal doctor was here but couldn't help the unconscious Mathew.

Joseph sat down. After examining Mathew, Joseph said in a deep voice, "The poison is spreading. We must get it out of his system now."

It took too long for the medicine to kick in, so Joseph asked the servants to bring over the acupuncture box.

Half an hour later, he walked out with a gloomy face. Behind him was the trembling private doctor.

"Joseph, how's grandfather?" Veronica asked with concern.

"He will wake up in an hour." He heaved a sigh of relief.

"You will get to the bottom of this, won't you?" Veronica looked at him expectantly.

"Of course."

The butler hurried over to report the news. He had found out the culprit, but the servant was killed in a car accident just now.

"Joseph...." Veronica was more frightened.

Apparently, someone was trying to cover up the truth.

Joseph still looked aloof. He frowned and instructed the butler, "Look into everyone she has come into contact with, including her relatives."

"Yes."

"What did the police say about the car crash?"

"They thought it was an accident," the butler said in a deep voice.

"Send me the driver's information as well."

In the study, Joseph was lying on the sofa. The gentle light highlighted the chilliness about him.

Between his slender fingertips was a cigarette butt, and he ground it into ashes. The air smelled like nicotine.

Not long after, Quinn entered and sat down opposite him.

"Who do you think it is?" Quinn asked.

"Grandpa didn't tell me he had any enemies." Joseph frowned.

"Veronica suspects Ella?"

"Yes, do you think the Bridges did this?"

"I can't rule out that possibility, but even I can't find much about them."