She Killed My Ex novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93 I Am Absolutely Blind

Facing Bentley Shawn, Marissa Smith is very nervous, "Mr. Shawn, I just think Caroline Jameson really hurts."

She is explaining why she helped Caroline Jameson hide the source of so much money from the man in front of her.

Bentley Shawn is not in a good mood at the moment.

The woman's last bitter words have been ringing in his ears, which can't disappear. Hearing what Marissa Smith is saying at the moment, "Caroline Jameson really hurts.", a sardonic grin suddenly appears on his thin lips:

"Marissa Smith, I don't have any good people."

Does that woman really hurt? Then why did she curse and humiliate her dead former friend?

Does such a person hurt?

He is very angry, unspeakably!

He was not as angry as he is today when he found her humble and pitiful!

Caroline Jameson was proud and heroic in his impression, she would never make such a humiliation and abuse to a dead person!

But today, she is a real eye-opener. Gratuitous anger and unexplained disappointment are overwhelming. He doesn't understand what he is disappointed in!

Marissa Smith's forehead is dripping with cold sweat, and the man in front of her could decide her life and death in a word.

But she doesn't regret it!

"Mr. Shawn, it was my fault to disobey your orders. I am willing to accept punishment." says Marissa Smith with a straight spine.

For an instant, there is a distant look in Bentley Shawn's eyes. He sees Caroline Jameson's appearance in his memory in Marissa Smith. She was also brave to assume the responsibility, she had the same straight spine when facing him, and she was also regretless.

"Go to the Punishment Hall to receive the punishment tomorrow morning." Bentley Shawn said this firmly in a cold voice and walked out with his slender thighs.

Leaning against the white wall behind, Marissa Smith was weak, and breathed a sigh of relief for a while.

Marissa Smith exhaled a foul air, raised her arm and wiped the cold sweat on her forehead. It is a good thing that Bentley Shawn let her go to the Punishment Hall for punishment.

On second thought, she was wondering how it went on Caroline Jameson.

Marissa Smith didn't hesitate to walk in the direction of Caroline Jameson's ward.

Just before arriving at the ward, Marissa Smith raised her hand and was about to knock at the door. Suddenly, her raised hand paused in mid-air, and she cocked her ears to listen. It was not her illusion that there was a depressive roar.

Across the door, there is a depressed, low, rough, unlistenable and beast-like roar. This is the fool's ruined voice, her unique voice.

It's depressed, muffled, like a wounded little beast, which dare not make widely known.

Marissa Smith, like a sculpture, stood at the ward door and did not move for a long time.

It's unknown how long time has passed. In the ward, the depressive neigh in the throat gradually disappeared. Marissa Smith concentrated more on listening and confirmed that the person in the ward was quiet.

She didn't rush in, and about a quarter of an hour passed. Marissa Smith had been standing at the doorway and waited for a quarter of an hour before she raised her arm and knocked on the door again.

She opened the door and got in.

At first glance, she saw the person on the bed, who happened to look at her.

Two eyes met each other. A gentle smile raised on Marissa Smith's delicate face: "How are you, Callie?"