Grandma Hill was shocked by the yellow-haired Emily. She was trying to say something to break the suppression, but Emily Aitken's emotional statement came in her ear: "Ms. Cunningham cheated and was caught, she was stealing The fishy video is still on my phone. Grandma should be thankful that such a woman did not marry your grandson!"
After speaking, she provocatively raised the phone, opened the phone lock in front of everyone, and swiped her finger. From the outside, it looked like she wanted to find the track of the video.
Charlotte Anderson had a guilty conscience, a panic flashed in her eyes, and she rushed to Emily Aitken like a madness before thinking of countermeasures, grabbed her mobile phone, and fell to the ground fiercely.
There were dozens of traces on the screen of the phone without falling, and Charlotte Anderson seemed to be puzzled, picked it up and threw it to the ground until the motherboard was thrown out and it was confirmed that it could not be repaired. She raised her head and smiled triumphantly.
Emily Aitken is so irritating. The video is indeed no longer on the phone. She was cheating Charlotte Anderson just now.
However, there was a picture of her and her mother there, she squinted her eyes, and a chill suddenly appeared all over her body.
"Papa--Papa--"
Two loud slaps slapped Charlotte Anderson on the face, and because of Emily Aitken's full strength, her ball head was knocked apart.
Charlotte Anderson looked incredulous.
The hotness on her face reminded her of what happened just now.
After a while, Charlotte Anderson runs away completely!
"Ahhh, Emily Aitken, I killed you, bitch!"
With the voice, Charlotte Anderson rushed to grab Emily Aitken’s long hair and pulled it down fiercely. While Emily Aitken raised her head with the other hand, she slapped her face frantically, slapped her a few times and felt uncomfortable. She turned her palm into a fist, and her fist fell like raindrops. Emily Aitken couldn't avoid it and missed the opportunity. Now she was grabbed by her hair and her eyes could only see the ceiling. She punched indiscriminately, unlike Charlotte Anderson. The strength is heavy, and I can't hit the pain.
The two struggled for a while, and everyone recovered from the shock. The Anderson family saw that their daughter was not harmed, and they did not come forward to stop him. Grandma Smith was shocked: "Quick, pull that crazy woman away. fast!"
The servant shook his head and hurried up to pull people.
It's just that Charlotte Anderson blushed, and the back of his white hand was covered with Emily Aitken's nosebleeds. The hand holding her hair, subconsciously felt that she must not let go. Several of the male servants couldn't pull it away. In this gap, Charlotte Anderson hit a few more punches.
She herself couldn't remember how many hits she had. Looking at Emily Aitken's annoying face, she couldn't help but hit a bit heavier, as if it was bound to kill people. .
"Can't pull the old lady away, Ms. Cunningham refuses to let go, Mrs. Smith's scalp is bleeding!" The timid servant glanced at the mess, and her legs trembled with fright. She calmed her mind. Suddenly, he quickly said to Grandma Smith.
Grandma Smith's breathing was stagnant, and Douglas, who was shaking with eyesight and quick hands, held him back.
"Take the scissors."
The servant reacted and stumbled to find the scissors. The more anxious he became, the more he couldn't remember where the scissors were. Fortunately, the chef heard the movement outside, leaned out half of his body to look, and took out a kitchen knife from the knife stand. The two separated only after the hair was cut.
Charlotte Anderson opened his teeth and claws and continued to wave his fists, holding a large bunch of hair in his falling palms. Some roots were dripping blood. The blood fell on the white marble floor, and the colors formed a strong visual impact.
"Quickly, call the emergency call." Grandma Smith shook violently, and she raised her arms and said with a vibrato.
The Anderson family had also tried to teach Emily Aitken’s idea, but things developed out of control to this point. Thinking of the possibility that Su’s might be affected, George Smith would not let Charlotte Anderson let go. A group of people quickly took Charlotte Anderson with him. go.
"Mr. Smith, the old lady's call."
George Smith was having a meeting with shareholders in the conference room. His mobile phone was handed over to Arlo Hunter for safekeeping. The mobile phone flashed "Grandma". On the one hand, Arlo Hunter could not rashly interrupt the shareholders meeting. On the other hand, he was worried that Grandma Smith would be in a hurry to call at this time. , He answered the phone, there was a strange woman's voice over there, she talked a lot, and Arlo Hunter finally found the point from this passage.
Charlotte Anderson put Emily Aitken into the hospital!
Arlo Hunter's eyelids suddenly jumped, and silently mourned for the Anderson family for three seconds.
Arlo Hunter, as George Smith's personal secretary, knew his physical condition well. He raised his leg and walked into the conference room without directly saying that Emily Aitken had an accident.
George Smith frowned, unhappy that Arlo Hunter interrupted the meeting.
"What did grandma say?"
Arlo Hunter ignored his displeasure, bending over his ears and whispering softly: "Mrs. Smith has an accident. It's at the People's Hospital."
"what?"
George Smith stood up suddenly from the chair. He pushed away the Arlo Hunter in front of him, rushing out of the meeting room like an arrow.
Arlo Hunter smiled bitterly and cleared his throat: "I'm sorry, everyone. The old lady went to the hospital. Let's stop here for today's meeting!"
He panicked a little. the Wind company ’s shareholders knew that no matter how big things were, it would not be worthy of Mrs. Geogre . They secretly complained about them. On the surface, they were polite with Arlo Hunter, packed their things and left the meeting. room.
George Smith was worried about Emily Aitken. He drove like flying and drove a few red lights and finally came to the hospital.
The red light in the emergency room came on, Grandma Smith paced back and forth in the door anxiously, Douglas was by her side, and worried about Emily Aitken.
After a long time, the door of the operating room finally opened. George Smith hurriedly surrounded him. The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, took off his mask and said calmly, "Ms. Aitken himself is fine, but the bridge of his nose was interrupted. Don't get hurt twice in time."
After a pause, as Emily Aitken came out, the doctor looked at it and felt a little regretful: "However, Ms. Aitken's retinal detachment is very likely, very likely, blind!"
"Old lady!"
Grandma Smith's eyes were dark, and he fell straight down.
Fortunately, Douglas kept supporting her and didn't let Grandma Smith fall.
When George Smith heard the news, the blue veins on his temples jumped wildly. The nurses hurriedly pushed on the stretcher and lifted Grandma Smith up. Emily Aitken came out of the operating room. The doctor brought a mask again and followed Grandma Smith's bed.
"Master, you go see Mrs. Smith, the old lady has me guarding."
Douglas saw George Smith's gaze sweeping back and forth between the hospital bed and the operating room. She faintly guessed George Smith's embarrassment and said quickly.
George Smith looked at the closed door of the operating room with cold eyes, his fists clenched tightly, he tried his best to suppress his anger, and then followed the nurses to the ward with strides.
Grandma Smith just came out after a while. She was worried that Emily Aitken wouldn't even want to fight. Douglas couldn't help her, so she had to bring the old lady to Emily Aitken's ward.
"George don't get excited, I will give you an explanation about Emily."
Thinking of Charlotte Anderson's fierceness, Grandma Smith's eyes became so fascinating that she dared to slap her granddaughter-in-law with this heavy hand, Anderson Family, your good days are over!
Upon hearing this, George Smith raised his head: "Who is it?"
Grandma Smith pondered for a while: "Charlotte Anderson."
"Good! Good! Good!"
George Smith said three "good" words in a row, a cruel smile evoked from the corner of his mouth, bloodthirsty unconcealed in his eyes.
"George why don't you turn on the lights!"
Emily Aitken heard someone talking in a dazed manner, and her mind was noisy. After carefully distinguishing it, she confirmed that the voice came from George Smith, and she asked suspiciously.