NOVEL NEXT Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Which of your dog eyes saw it?
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Gillian Thompson’s face turned pale “instantly.”
This name had been with her for over twenty years, and it had brought her shame for over twenty years.
From childhood to adulthood, when people asked about the meaning of this name, she chose to avoid the question.
No one wanted to be someone else’s foil, but her name from the beginning had doomed her to be a mere supporting role.
Gillian, Gillian, hoping for her sister to return.
She was like a sacrificial offering to the Thompson family, with all the hopes poured onto her were wishes for another person.
For so many years, Ivy Thompson had been like a mountain crushing her, and she dreamed that Ivy would die outside.
Now, Ivy had returned, mocking her name and stealing the affection of her relatives.
Gillian clenched her teeth tight, gripping her thigh fiercely. The pain spread and radiated to her eyes and her heart.
“Don’t gloat,” she said angrily, her eyes red, “Besides your brother and Third brother, who in this family will side with you?”
“l know, for someone like you who has always been poor, becoming part of the
Thompson family is like a dream come true, but that doesn’t mean you can fit
”
“How do you know I won’t fit in?” Molly Walker sneered and laughed.
Gillian tightened her fingers and glanced at the stairs beside her, then said to Molly, “Shall we make a bet? Let’s see who is more important in the family’s heart.’
Her movements just now had not escaped Molly’s eyes.
“Gillian, I advise you to be kind.”
Gillian’s face stiffened.
“If you think you can roll down the stairs and frame me, it won’t work. The stairs are so high that you might lose your life instead of framing me in the end.” Molly laughed with a meaningful look.
Gillian’s face turned red.
In an instant, all her thoughts were exposed.
She did indeed have that idea just now, but she didn’t expect to be exposed so quickly.
Looking at the stairs again, they were indeed a bit high. If she happened to survive the fall, it would be worthwhile, but if she really died, then it would not be worth it.
Gillian immediately dismissed the idea.
Feeling bored, Molly, who had wanted to vent her displeasure, tried to move around Gillian and leave.
Gillian looked at Molly’s belly and quickly rolled the wheelchair: “Wait a second, there’s something I need to…”
She reached out, but Molly didn’t want to be touched by her and jumped down the stairs. Gillian tried to catch her sleeve but missed.
Gillian couldn’t see the wheels of her wheelchair, which had already reached the edge of the stairs. As she reached out to grab it, her center of gravity shifted forward…
With a “crash,” the wheel tilted…
A scream sounded.
Molly tried to reach out to pull but couldn’t catch her. She watched as Gillian rolled down the stairs.
With a loud noise, Gillian rolled onto the carpeted floor. Despite the cushioning of the carpet, there was still blood seeping through her forehead.
The whole scene was terrifyingly quiet.
Under the gazes of so many people, Molly withdrew her hand, feeling both helpless and exhausted.
“Gabriel!” Nicholas Thompson rushed over and called for a doctor while holding Gillian.
Soon, the family doctor came and treated Gillian.
Nicholas looked up and stared coldly at Molly.
Not only him, but others also looked at her suspiciously.
It couldn’t be that Gillian rolled down on her own, could it?
Such a melo plot of rolling down the stairs to frame others only happened in TV series, and it was rare in real life.
They all instinctively determined that it was Molly who pushed her. “You just recognized your sister and now you’re harming her. So vicious.” “Molly grew up without parents, so she must have some mental issues.”
“Yes, just now when she hit Isabelle, I could see that she didn’t hold back at all. She’s ruthless.’
“Pushing her down from such high stairs, she’s really vicious.”
Some people, some words, all fell into her ears.
Molly hooked a cold smile in the corner of her lips and walked down step by step.
Molly stopped, looking at Nicholas questioning her.
He was holding Gillian, angrily looking at her: “She’s already lost a leg, why can’t you leave her alone?”
“I’ve tried to treat you as my sister, and Gillian tried to treat you as her sister, why… can’t you just be kind.”
He glanced at the height of the stairs, and his eyes reddened over and over again: “Unless… Can you only stop if Gillian dies?”
Nicholas’ words were forceful and piercing, cutting through the crowd like a knife.
She was silent, her lips pressed together.
She suddenly felt somewhat powerless.
Gillian was right; she couldn’t fit into the Thompson family.
She lowered her head and glanced at her stomach.
This was the reason she wanted to keep the baby.
It seemed like she had found her family, yet she had no family.
Only the child in her belly was her kin in this world.
Her heart was as if it was gripped tightly, shrinking rapidly into a ball. This feeling was like a blunt knife, cutting through her every piece of flesh. Her stomach suddenly hurt, and she hugged her belly, squatting down slowly.
Nicholas stared coldly, “Stop pretending.”
“You better pray that nothing happens to Gillian, or else, something will happen to you too.”
“Who do you want to hurt?” Michael Gallagher asked coldly.
He was dressed in a suit, handsome and cold, his long legs slowly approaching, his gaze slightly chilly and intimidating.
“Just now, 1 clearly saw that she didn’t push.”
“If she didn’t push, then Gillian rolled down herself?” Nicholas rebuked, “Michael Gallagher, you used to be Molly’s husband and of course, you side with her, but you may not recognize her true nature.” fre(e)
“l know her better than you do.” Hearing Nicholas’ words, Michael furrowed his brows in confusion, his tone deep, “Why couldn’t it be an accident?” Nicholas hesitated.
At this moment, Joshua and Damian Thompson hurried over. They had just gone to call Daniel, who had been hiding in his room, and they hadn’t seen the whole thing. When they saw everyone gathered together, they hurried over.
“What happened?”
Seeing Gillian with a bloody forehead lying on the ground, both of their faces were somewhat grave.
Nicholas gave Molly a cold glance and remained silent. Michael explained for him, “Gillian rolled down the stairs.”
“So high, how could Gillian roll down? Wasn’t there always a servant accompanying her?” asked Daniel, his voice trembling upon seeing Gillian’s state.
“Of course, it’s because someone pushed her.” Nicholas couldn’t help but mock.
Everyone’s eyes immediately turned to Molly.
“Impossible!” Joshua rushed up, “With which dog eyes did you see her push?”
“Joshua…” Damian stopped Joshua, who was ready to fight, and said to Nicholas, “Did you see it with your own eyes?”
Nicholas snorted and sneered: “Just the two of them up there, and suddenly Gillian rolled down. If it wasn’t her who pushed, then who? Are you saying that Gillian rolled down by herself?”
Damian frowned.
This kind of speculation was simply untenable.
To accuse her newly recognized sister in front of so many people, that was a bit too far..