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Chapter 165 “Kevin?” Bryant’s voice was chilly, “Are you stupid? Take her to the hospital, now!” Margaret was a complete mess, barely able to utter a word, when Kevin, without a second thought, grabbed her and dashed for the elevator, all the while ensuring not a drop of blood stained the floor. I stared in the direction they had left, wishing I could bore a hole with my gaze, my chest still heaving with anger. “Jane, let’s go wash your hands, okay?” Bryant’s tone was so gentle that it was like he was coaxing a child, probably afraid of upsetting me further. I looked at him, hesitantly asking, “Aren’t you mad at me for hitting her?” That wasn’t like Bryant at all. He was supposed to stand up for Margaret and confront me with righteousness. That was the script. He sighed, leading me to the restroom, tested the water to ensure it was just right, and pulled my hands under the faucet, applying soap and carefully washing them. He asked in a low voice, “Didn’t your hands hurt by hitting her like that?” I was stunned, barely able to believe those words came from him. I looked down, watching his long, elegant fingers intertwine with mine, and couldn’t help but chuckle. There was a time when just a little sweetness from him would have made me happy for days. But it all just seemed so sad. He didn’t rush me for a response. Instead, he thoroughly washed my hands, then look at the s at the swelling in my palms with a frown. After that, he gently pinched my cheeks, “Open your mouth.” “What for?” I instinctively opened up, only to catch the sight of blood on my teeth throug the mirror. I had been so angry, clenching my teeth so hard, I’d drawn blood. He looked at me with tenderness, getting a glass of water. Rinse your mouth.” “Thanks.” I thanked Bryant, formally yet distantly, rinsed my mouth, and then he led me to sit on the living room couch. He fetched some anti-inflammatory medicine from the first aid kit and squatted before me, applying it with all the patience in the world. For a moment, I was almost deluded into thinking things had always been good between us. Bryant had always been that caring, considerate husband. But eventually, reality bit. I withdrew my hand, looking at the man soon to be my ex-husband, and asked flatly, “What do you plan to do about Margaret?” He asked calmly, “What do you want me to do?” 1/2 10:41 Chapter 165 “Will you do whatever I want?” I stared into his eyes, unwavering. I didn’t believe he could be so indifferent toward Margaret. Bryant’s brows twitched slightly. “As long as she’s left alive, everything else is up to you. I was planning to send her to Bustker, but if you think that’s not enough, sending her somewhere even farther is also fine.” “That’s it?” I gave him a half-smile, scrutinizing, “Bryant, she tried to kill your child, and you’re just… indifferent? Sending her abroad, how much are you planning to give her? Five million or ten million a year? That’s practically a trip!” He pinched the bridge of his nose, somewhat exasperated. “Then what do you suggest?” “I want her to go to jail.” I said without hesitation, “She has intentionally tried to kill my child. She should pay with her life! I know my child wasn’t born yet, and legally, it might not count as a life taken. But jail time is still justified. It’s attempted murder!” “The accident had been days ago, and it would be difficult to convict.” “Oh.” I nodded, my heart cooling considerably, and almost confrontationally, I added, “What about you? Don’t you hold the reins to RiverCity? No matter how difficult a case, you can pull some strings, right? Especially since you were a witness, I’m not accusing her falsely!” I knew it was a long shot but couldn’t help trying. 10.41