Chapter 8 One hundred thousand a time

• 'Grace, you really impress me. You can still hook up with a man even when you have become like this.' Carl smiled, but his voice was horribly cold. 'Don't you want money just to pay for the operation of Aaron? If you obey me, I can spare his life, otherwise, he will die worse than Lily.'
• Grace immediately clinched her hands and her body trembled uncontrollably.
• Yes, she has worked hard for a month to make money just to pay for the operation of Aaron who was paralyzed.
• Nothing should happen to Aaron. She promised the person that she would take good care of Aaron.
• She must not let what happened to Lily happen to Aaron.
• Suddenly she fell to the ground from the bed, grabbed the noodles from the ground and stuffed them into her mouth, and begged for mercy: 'Mr. Bo, I know I am wrong. I beg you, don't touch Aaron, I eat... I eat...'
• He made the noodles with his own hands. This was the first time she ate what he made, but she could not taste the noodles mixed with tears and dirty luster.
• She only tasted bitter, astringent and bitter.
• The next second, her wrist was grabbed by Carl.
• Carl pinched her chin and narrowed his pretty eyes. 'Grace, why do you make yourself so embarrassed every time?'
• Ha ha, she asked herself this question countless times, too, but unfortunately, there was no answer.
• She was so determined, persistent, and refused to leave her retreat.
• But this time, Carl was not angry for the first time.
• He took out all the dirty noodles from her mouth and wiped her lip corners with a paper towel. He said gently, 'The noodles are dirty, I'll cook another bowl for you.'
• This time, Grace did does not dare to refuse.
• She followed him out of the room barefoot and watched him skillfully prepare noodles in the kitchen and bring them to her.
• She picked up the chopsticks and ate all of the noodles.
• In a trance, she caught a glimpse of Carl's sight.
• His eyes were as deep as ancient wells, as gloomy as thick fog. She could not see through them, but it seemed that there was not just hatred in his eyes ...
• After a long while, he stared at her and asked, 'Grace, where did you find the video in the wedding?'
• 'What? Do you suspect that I am framing Stella?' Grace looked up at him and sneered.
• 'Is there any other evidence?' He asked back.
• 'Isn't that video enough?'
• 'Not enough, after all, the evidence was conclusive at the beginning.'
• Hearing this, Grace laughed sarcastically.
• Yes, at that night five years ago, she ran out of Caleb's home early, but when Caleb died, he was holding her photo and her fingerprints were on the dagger that killed him. She clearly did nothing, but she became a murderer who could not prove her innocence.
• It has been five years, the only evidence she could find was the video.
• But Stella could explain the video clearly in a few words.
• Anyway, Carl has always been willing to believe what she said.
• Grace smiled wryly and weakly, she turned her head away and didn't want to speak no more.
• Five years have already smoothed her edges and corners and erased her pride. Now she just wanted to live well. She didn't want to hold on to what happened five years ago any more.
• However, Carl looked down at her and lowered his voice. 'Grace, I can give you a week.'
• 'Hmm?' She was dazed and her eyebrows slightly twisted.
• 'If you can find more direct evidence, I will believe you.' He said clearly.
• Hearing what he said, she laughed sarcastically.
• Carl, don't you think it's too late to say this now?
• She has lived in hell for five years, and now she has a destroyed voice and face. What was the point of asking for the truth?
• Yet she looked at him half squinting and said word by word, 'Carl, if I proved the truth five years ago, would you cancel your engagement with Stella?'
• As long as he said a word, she would do it.
• But he didn't answer, just glanced at her lightly, then turned and left.
• Five years later, he was still like this. He did not even want to cheat or deceive her.
• Grace's hand went clutching at her bosom and she smiled bitterly.
• She still...suffered from heartache.
• … …
• Carl told Grace to stay in the suburban villa to recuperate. He did not mention anything about the wine cellar that night.
• But two days later, she received a phone call from the sanatorium saying that something had happened to Aaron, so she hurried to the sanatorium.
• Aaron was lying in a coma in his hospital bed. The doctor said that when he was sitting in a wheelchair basking in the sun, he was pushed down the slope. If he did not undergo surgery, not only his legs would be broken, but he would also become paralyzed in a vegetative state.
• But now Grace couldn't afford the huge operation fee at all. She worked hard in Imperial Capital.for a month and only earned tens of thousands.
• Her family would not give her any money. Now the only person she could think of is Carl.
• So this evening, Grace returned to Carl's villa obediently, dressed herself up and quietly waited for Carl's arrival.
• At twelve o'clock in the evening, sounds of footsteps came from the door.
• The door of the room was gently pushed open. Grace smiled and turned around slowly.
• She covered the scar on her left face with long hair, put on a delicate makeup, wore a sexy silk pajamas, and stared at him straight.
• He seemed to have drunk and is a bit tipsy, he raised her chin and sneered: 'Grace, what tricks do you want to play?'
• '10,000 a time.' She hooked his neck and pushed him to the bed. She smiled charmingly and said, 'I promise I can serve Mr. Bo very comfortably.'
• In an instant, indifference showed in his eyes.
• She lay prone on him like a dog and tried her best to please him, but the expression in his eyes was terribly cold.
• She knew she was cheap like this, but for the sake of money, she had to do it.
• 'Grace, you really make me sick!'
• With a loud roar, the man suddenly put his arms around her waist and pressed her under him. He stretched out his hands to tear her pajamas to pieces!
• '10,000 a time, it depends on whether you are worth the price!'