Only you in my love novel Chapter 783

"Are you crazy?" Bryant thought that Valerie must be.

Why else would she push Michelle down the stairs for no reason?

Valerie kept sobbing. "I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean it. It was an accident."

She had never wanted to kill anyone.

She had watched the paramedics load Michelle into the ambulance. Because Michelle's head injury looked serious, Valerie didn't know whether or not the other woman would recover.

What if Michelle died?

Would her family seek revenge? Would Leon make her life a living hell?

Fear spread in Valerie's heart until she felt like it was difficult to breathe.

Her confession had come so suddenly that Bryant found himself unable to think straight. He also started to hyperventilate a little.

When her cousin didn't say anything, Valerie thought that he didn't care about her anymore. As tears continued to stream down her face, she held onto his clothes, clutching the fabric until her knuckles turned white.

"Bryant, only you can help me. Please don't leave me to fend for myself. Please."

As she continued to pull at his clothes, Bryant felt as if a stone had been hung around his shoulders. His collar began to chafe against the back of his neck.

But he couldn't leave her alone.

"Was she seriously injured? Has she been sent to the hospital?"

"Yes, yes." Valerie's voice started to get choked up from crying too much. "I was the one who called for the ambulance. But she was unconscious."

That meant her injury was serious.

Bryant's expression darkened. "Tell me honestly, was it an accident or did you push her on purpose?"

"It was an accident. I swear!" Valerie lifted her head, turning her tear-filled eyes up at him. "I really didn't mean to do it."

"Did anyone see it happen?" Bryant asked.

"No." Valerie started wiping away her tears with one hand. "No one saw it. Afterwards, I called Randi for help and phoned for an ambulance. Before they brought Michelle to the hospital, Randi said that she was still breathing.

Bryant, you have to believe me."

Bryant reached out and helped her wipe her tears away. "Don't cry. Since you didn't do it on purpose, everything will be fine. When Michelle comes around, you should sincerely apologize to her. She's very kind. I know she'll forgive you and clear your name."

"No, she won't," Valerie argued defensively. "She hates me so she'll definitely tell Leon that I deliberately pushed her down the stairs. There are no surveillance cameras in the emergency stairwell so it's my word against hers. There's no way to prove my innocence."

The crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling cast a warm orange glow on the room, but color was draining from Valerie's face.

Her cheeks and lips were pale, and her eyes were bloodshot and swollen. The contrast was shocking.

Who would have thought that a pampered lady from a rich family—who usually carried herself with elegance and grace—could kneel on the floor in such a disheveled state?

Bryant helped her to her feet. "I'll deal with it. Stay home for now. Don't go anywhere until Michelle regains consciousness."

"Bryant, even if Michelle wakes up, she won't speak for me." Valerie sat on the edge of the bed. Her mattress and sheets were warm, but she still felt cold.

Her whole body felt as if she had been dipped in a tub of ice.

Bryant scolded her, "Then what do you want? Do you wish that Michelle will never wake up? If she doesn't regain consciousness, no one can prove your innocence. You'd never be able to clear your name."

"Bryant..." Valerie really didn't believe that Michelle would be so kind.

At the same time, she was afraid that something bad might happen to Michelle.

If anything happened to Michelle, she would probably be better off dead.

Bryant kept a poker face as he told her, "Wash your face and go downstairs to have dinner. I'll keep an eye on Michelle. Do not get involved."

Happy to hear that he was going to assist her in this matter, Valerie nodded. "Okay.

Is there anything I can do to help?"