Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 837

Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire Chapter 837

Alvis screamed, “Mom!”

When Lars saw Mrs. Francis’s bleeding hand, he froze. He just wanted to push her away, but he didn’t want to hurt her.

He subconsciously wanted to help her up, but Alvis had already helped her up.

“…” Lars withdrew his hand and remained silent with a cold face.

Alvis was really angry and cried this time. “Brother, how could you do this? Mom didn’t let you down! You’ve been like this for the past few days. She secretly cried at night when she was home. You…”

“It’s enough, Alvis!” Mrs. Francis stopped her son and said, “I’m okay. Don’t worry. Get the cleaner to clean up the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground. Be careful not to step on them and get hurt.”

Alvis wanted to say something else, but Mrs. Francis had already pushed him out of the door. She then said to Lars, “There’s one more bowl of porridge in the box. Ask the nurse to feed it to you. You have to eat something. Since you don’t want to see me, I’ll go first.”

After she finished speaking, she left the ward. Blood dripped all the way, making Lars’s lips tighten more tightly.

Crystal came in and patted Antony. Antony said, “Oh, she’s asking why did you do that. Are you throwing a tantrum like a baby who’s unwilling to eat? Fortunately, she’s not your mother. Otherwise, she would have hung you up and whipped you.”

Crystal,”…”

She just wanted to ask Lars why he was angry. Why did Antony add so many other words without her permission?

Lars leaned against the pillow and said coldly, “It’s none of your business.”

Crystal,”?”

“Heh.” Antony’s temper flared up all of a sudden. “You deserve a beating. You were not beaten when you were young, weren’t you? Don’t think that I wouldn’t dare to beat you up just because you saved my sister’s life. Forget it, I really can’t beat you up.”

Antony sat down on the chair and said lazily, “Buddy, how old are you? 20 years old. Can you be more mature? If your father’s case really has something to do with Mrs. Francis, how can the police not find out?”

Lars pursed his lips into a straight line. After a while, he stared at Antony and said word by word, “The police didn’t find it out, but it doesn’t mean that she didn’t do it.”