Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 188

“Watch out!”

Accompanied with an urgent cry, Rita’s body was sent clear.

The chandelier fell square on Liam’s body. Glass shards splashed everywhere, some clattering to Rita’s feet red with blood.

She steadied herself and looked up at Liam, who’d pushed her away.

The man lay on the ground, pale, a flower of blood blossoming on his injured arm, red against his white shirt.

Dazed, her heart leapt into her throat. “L…Liam?!”

Liam lay on the cold ground, gazing weakly at Rita. His bloodless lips curved triumphantly. “G…good, you’re not injured.”

He was this hurt, but still worrying about her!

Dummy.

Liam Wilson, you giant dummy.

Rita’s eyes reddened. “Don’t speak or move around, you dummy. I’m calling the police now. I’m calling the police right now.”

The more she panicked, the more her hand shook.

Before she could dial the full number, the man had fainted from his wounds.

“Liam? Liam!”

Seeing the lack of reply, Rita grew even more panicked.

She looked up pleadingly at Noah and Zoe, who were standing around dazed. “Mom, Dad, help me carry Liam to a car, I need to get him to a hospital!”

Everyone was still taken aback at how suddenly it had happened.

Hearing Rita say that, everyone in the household recovered their wits and came up to help.

From Rita and Liam arriving at the Brown household to things taking such a drastic turn and them rushing to the hospital, everything had taken place within the span of ten minutes.

Even Zoe couldn’t react in time to the suddenness of the scenario, and she’d hadn’t even had a chance to make her case for Charlotte because of Liam’s accident.

But she wasn’t about to give up. To save Charlotte, she followed them to the hospital with no room for anyone in her way.

Outside the surgery room.

Liam had been in there for half an hour without coming out. Rita wrung her hands, uneasy.

At that moment, her phone rang.

She saw the words “Michael Burke” on the screen and frowned unconsciously.

What was Michael doing calling her at a time like this.

No matter what it was, it couldn’t be good if that man was involved.

Since she’d already had a full plate worrying about Liam’s condition, she wasn’t about to let Michael add to her worries. She hung up coldly.

But the moment she did, Michael doggedly sent her a text.

Rita tapped on the screen, and Michael’s message rolled out before her.

“Have you received my present?”

Present?

What present?

She was staring at her phone in bewilderment when Michael sent a second text.

“Count him lucky this time… but I wonder if his luck will hold up next time?”

Looking at the words, Rita’s eyes narrowed, and her rage erupted in a single volcanic instant.

She’d thought it was an accident that the chandelier fell, but this text proved to her that things weren’t that simple.

It had been Michael working behind the scenes?

Why would he do such a thing?

If it had been about what the Brown family did, the person Michael should have taken revenge on should have been her.

But from the contents of his text, he was clearly targeting Liam, not her.

Why was that?

As the power behind the scenes, he should have stayed there and enjoyed seeing Liam get wounded, so why would he tell her?

After a moment staring into space, Rita returned the call.

On the other end of the line, Michael leant against his sofa, his narrow black eyes full of some indescribable emotion when she called.

His thumb hovered in the air for several seconds before he took the call. “Yes.”

“Tell me what it is you want from me.”