My Sweetheart

No matter how Mathew next to him stopped or even prayed, the strength of the man's hand was still great.

If they couldn’t stop him... Maryam will be strangled to death by him.

"Joseph...Maryam really will be killed by you, you let her go. I already lose a granddaughter. This is my only granddaughter... calm down!"

He didn't even know if the man who had fallen into madness didn't listen to him or didn't hear him at all.

"Buddy." Lincoln couldn't help but walked over, put his hand on Joseph's shoulder, and whispered softly, "Kathy is still in operation, you can’t kill her here."

Hearing that, Joseph's hand was released.

Maryam was almost out of breath. Finally the force on her neck disappeared, and she fell to the ground immediately, clutching her neck and coughing violently.

Joseph let go of his hand blankly, turned back to the place where he was waiting, and continued to wait.

Mathew frowned and his expression was terrible.

Maryam coughed, cried and explained, "Brother Joseph, I really didn't push her...how could I push her..."

She would not do this, of course she would not.

Kathy was still the rightful hostess of the Joseph family. How could she have the guts to push her downstairs, and still in front of Joseph. Was she looking for dead?

Mathew recalled the situation at the time. They really only saw Kathy rolling down from above, but didn't see how she rolled down.

Taking into account the mood of his grandson, his tone slowed down, "Joseph, let's check this out. Whether it was done by Maryam or Kathy fell down herself, there is no conclusion yet."

that ordinary people can't predict. They will hurt themselves to blame others, and Kathy

there is nothing wrong with

changed. Joseph said "you", which meant that he was also

reprimand, but after thinking about the woman who was still in

happened on her, the

grandson's indifferent appearance. He stood here, without other thoughts except waiting for

and no one

first time he wondered

hours, the red light

opened, Joseph rushed over. The blood on his chin had not yet been wiped off. His eyes were red and he looked at the doctor in the white coat. His voice was low and

ending sounds of the last words were trembling

and death couldn’t bear to see the appearance of the man in

mood during this period is very gloomy. Her mood fluctuates greatly, and the nursing care is not good, so the fetus is originally very dangerous. And she fell down from the high place... we have tried

The man in front of him was the dean and the chief professor of City N Hospital. If he loses temper and

He must explain clearly.

After a long time, she spoke, "Then how is

a slight concussion in the brain, and there were several collisions on the body. The abortion is too damaging for her, and she has already had a second miscarriage, so she must be nursed back to health in the

That child was dead.

It was dead.

for so long, he hoped to have it so

fine if he noticed it

chair next to the bed. His dark eyes looked at the woman lying quietly on the bed without blinking.

and feel her breath again and again to confirm that she