"What's wrong with her? She just wants Jeremiah to come over and take a look at her. She's been making such a fuss for quite some time. Forget it, just ask him to come over and take a look at her!"
But I did not get Jeremiah's concern, only his ruthless and merciless questioning.
The gloved hand slapped me hard twice in the face.
"Zenith, wake up! Stop pretending, I'm here."
"Is your brain gone? You set the fire and burned yourself like this, is it interesting?"
To this point, he still thought that I was the one who set the fire and that I was just acting, out of jealousy.
I wanted to give an explanation, but my mouth was too dry to say a word.
My stomach was even more excruciating.
I could only reach out and grab his sleeve, hoping that he would understand my desire for help.
But he hesitated for two seconds and then pressed hard on my abdomen.
"You acted pretty convincingly. If Yvonne hadn't said you hid yourself after setting the fire, I would have believed it."
After leaving these words, he turned and left without hesitation.
In the next second, the exclamations of the team members came from beside him.
"Jeremiah! Blood! Your wife is bleeding!"
"Did she have a miscarriage?"