Chapter 2

I chuckled coldly and took a few more steps closer to Brianna, purposely lowering my voice so that I'd sound like the Devil himself.

"Stop acting. You can guess what kind of evidence I have in my hands. Those of you framing and slandering me are useless, and the Grants won't even care. So, what are you going to do?

"Oh, maybe I should give you a hint. I've got a few photos with me. They were all copied from your laptop last time. I've got photos of you with Jason and many other men. I don't know who they are, but I'm sure Jason will know.

"Brianna, Brianna. You've been cheating so much that I think you deserve a PhD for it. Oh, I think I've got some videos too!"

Brianna turned a shade paler for every sentence I said. Suddenly, her gaze shifted, and her legs turned to jelly, making her fall to the ground on her butt. She then held her stomach and cried out loud.

"Ah, my stomach! Jason, my stomach! It hurts!"

Jason hurried forward and carefully picked Brianna up from the ground. "What's wrong? I'll bring you to the hospital now."

He then turned to look at me with daggers in his eyes. "If anything happens to the baby in Bree's belly, I'll kill your entire family!"

Brianna's acting was terrible. I scoffed. She hadn't improved a bit since the last time.

I covered my mouth and giggled softly. "You want to kill my entire family? Sure!

"It's just that I'm now legally married into the Grant family, darling. So, does that mean you're planning to kill your own father? Or, maybe you'd like to kill yourself instead?"

Jason pressed his lips together and cast a fleeting glance toward Saul's room door. Then, he rushed downstairs with Brianna.

…

The next day, Saul's regular doctor, Edgar Jaycock, came over for Saul's routine check up. After he was done, I sent him to the door.

"Mr. Grant is recovering very well. If this continues, he should be able to live for another decade or so."

I smiled softly. "Thank you, Dr. Jaycock."

"You…"

He looked deeply into my eyes, hesitating to speak. However, when he saw the disapproving look in my eyes, he chose to remain silent and left.

Nonetheless, Brianna saw everything in her calculating eyes. Soon, an evil scheme popped up in her mind.

She had always been the kind of person who was rash with her decisions, but this time, she was unusually patient with me. She even pretended to keep the peace with me on the surface.

A week later, when Edgar came back for Saul's routine checkup, Brianna added something to our drinks while we were both busy in Saul's room.

The drug took effect very quickly. We were still in the waiting room when Edgar suddenly pounced on me and started kissing me everywhere.

I forcefully suppressed the burning lust in my body and pushed him away with all my might. I wanted to run out of the door, but then I realized that it had been locked and bolted from the outside. I hammered away at the door in vain as Edgar's footsteps came closer behind me.

I lifted my head and stared at the camera in the corner of the room. I was frantic. In my desperation, I suddenly heard heavy footsteps passing by outside.

I immediately started hammering at the door again for help.

The door was unlocked and swung open. Jason then looked at me in confusion. "What's going on?"

I tugged at his sleeve and suppressed the lust again. "Save me. Take me to the hospital."

Jason was taken aback. He then looked at Edgar, who was completely red in the face and in a half-unconscious state behind me.

Jason grinned playfully and replied, "Sure, I can save you. Let's make a deal."

He then picked me up and rushed me to the hospital, ignoring Brianna's tantrum and curses directed at me.

When I finally woke up from my delirium, Jason was sitting on the bed next to me. He was lightly tracing my facial features with his fingers.

"Tell me what your motive is."

I looked away and forced myself to sit up in bed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hazel, I refuse to believe that you would truly fall in love with an old man with one foot already in the coffin."

"Does your father know that you're talking shit about him behind his back?"

Jason grinned and looked at me indignantly.

"So what if he knows? That's the truth, anyway. He's just lucky that he survived such a huge crash."

I cocked my head to the side, taking my time to give him a once-over.

"Speaking about the accident, wanna guess how I managed to marry your father?

"By right, millionaires like you guys would rather have multiple mistresses outside of the home than marry and bring home a wife who's obviously not from the same circle as your family. You guys would be worried sick about giving outsiders a chance to snatch away the family inheritance.

"So, why do you think your father was willing to marry me? Have you ever thought that perhaps he didn't trust anyone else anymore, other than myself?

"After all, that car crash was very fishy. It was too much of a coincidence for it to happen right after the incident where you guys were fighting for his money.

"Wanna guess who his top suspect is?"

Jason's face shifted. "I didn't do it. I have nothing to hide."

I smirked and didn't comment on that. Instead, I went on and said, "By the way, let me tell you something else. Your father made an appointment with his lawyer and secretary earlier that day, along with a few foreign faces I've never seen before. I could tell that it was a very serious meeting."

"You…" Jason hesitated. "Why are you telling me this?"

I lifted my head and stared into his eyes before breaking into a smile. Then, I lightly drew two circles on his iron-like chest and said simply, "Guess."