My Devil Husband
Chapter 26 Carl was dead

Grace was trembling all over and her eyes were full of despair.

"Stop!" Just as the nails were about to pierce her face, an icy voice came from the door. It was Carl!

Grace turned her head with surprise, but saw Carl kick the wooden stick out of the man's hand, pushed him to the ground vigorously and punched him hard in the face.

But the man was also a tough guy. He held Carl down in turn and fought him.

Hearing the sound, the man guarding the back door also rushed in and punched and kicked Carl.

Although Carl was strong, he could not defeat the attack of the two men. Seeing him gradually in a weak position, Grace was anxious and hurriedly lay prone on the ground to cut the rope on her wrist with the iron nails, wanting to help Carl.

But just as she untied the rope at her feet, the man with tattooed arms suddenly smiled harshly, picked up the gun that has fallen to the ground, aimed it at Grace and fired a shot.

It was a loud sound "bang". Grace screamed in fear and closed her eyes.

But the pain she imagined did not fall on her. At the moment when the gunfire sounded, Carl pushed the man away, threw himself on her and hugged her.

And the bullet, hit him straight in the back.

Looking at the man lying on herself choking back the pain and sweating profusely, Grace hurriedly held him, frowning, "Carl, are you all right? How do you feel..."

Hearing Carl's name, the two men were startled. They turned around and ran away.

Grace could not be concerned about, them, she hastily took out Carl's cell phone and dialed 120.

But her hands were covered with his bright red blood.

She was trembling all over and tears poured down.

Carl, what are you doing? Don't you hate me and want me to die? Then why did you save me at the risk of your life?

Am I not a heinous murderer in your eyes?

"All right, don't cry..." Carl lay in her arms, said weakly with a low and dull voice, "I am the one who will die... not you..."

"But why did you do this?" Grace pressed his shoulders hard and shouted desperately, "Carl, you should have killed me instead of saving me... what should I do when you have done this..."

I was prepared to hate you for the rest of my life, but now that I owed you a life. I was prepared ready not to love you, but you made me heartache and touched me at the same time. Carl, do you have to torture me in this way?

She lay in his arms and choked with sobs.

Grace did not know how Carl was taken to the hospital later. She only remembered that she was standing at the door of the emergency room, shaking all over.

When she recovered, Stella has already arrived.

Stella cried and pressed her against the wall, grabbed her by the collar and shouted at her, "Grace, what the hell do you want? Is it not enough for you to kill Caleb five years ago, so now you want Carl to die?" Die?

Grace repeated the word with inexplicable fear.

She never thought that because of her, the man who has tortured her for ten years would die ahead of her...

"Get the hell out of here! Get as far away as you can!" Stella gives her a fierce push, breaks down and shouts, "Don't you ever get close to Carl, otherwise, I will never spare you!" 'stella, just let me stay here." This time, she didn't argue with Stella, but humbly begged, "I only want to see if Carl is okay, and I will leave immediately when I know he is safe." "Pa!"

Stella raised her hand and slapped her in the face fiercely.

"Grace, what kind of deep love are you pretending to have in front of me now? Even if Carl wakes up, he won't want to see you. You jinx and murderer, get the hell away from us!" She covered her beaten face and wanted to continue begging Stella, but Stella called the security guards to drag her out of the hospital.

She slumped on the ground in a state of distress, her tears flowing like water bursts the banks.

She just wanted to make sure he is safe, how came it was so hard?

Just as she was weeping bitterly, covering her face with her sleeve, a gentle and soft voice suddenly came to her ears: "Well, Grace, stop crying, let's go home."

She was in a trance for a while. Looking up, she saw Mason in a black suit standing in front of her.

Mason bent down to help her up, took out a tissue and slowly wiped the tears on her face. He frowned and said, "Look at you, you have made yourself so dirty. Come home with me and wash yourself." "But... Carl..." Grace pointed to the gate of the hospital, hesitated and didn't dare to speak more.

He was dazed, but still said softly, "Well, I know, when Carl's operation is over, I will let someone tell you. But you have to come back with me. You are too messy."

She then recoverd, looked down and found herself covered with blood and stains, and many hideous scars. She was indeed quite a mess.

She nodded with a bitter smile and followed Mason to the car.

She knew Mason was dangerous, but now he was her only salvation.

After returning to the villa, Grace fell ill.

She had a fever of 40 degrees and slept in a daze all night.

It was as if she had gone back to five years ago, when Caleb was still alive and Carl did not hate her yet. The three of them always got together and played some childish games for an afternoon. She and Caleb both liked snacks, and Carl bought them boxes and boxes of snacks every time.

Grace sat on the sofa, stuffing potato chips into Carl's mouth while watching the play.

His handsome face was gloomy, but under his eyes was a smile that could not be hidden.

Just the memory of those days could be happy enough to bring tears to her eyes.

After sleeping for a day and a night, her fever finally went down.

But when she opened her eyes, who she saw was not Carl but Mason.

Mason seemed to have guarded her all night, his face was weary and his eyes were bloodshot. Seeing her awake, he exclaimed, "Oh great, Grace, you are awake at last."

"Uh-huh." Grace struggled to sit up from the bed and frowned. 'mason, is Carl's operation over? How is he?"

Hearing Carl's name, he frowned with displeasure and snorted coldly, "Grace, I am the one who has taken care of you all day and night. It's not appropriate for you to ask about Carl as soon as you wake up, right?" "I'm sorry, but I'm really worried about Carl. After all, he was injured because of me." Grace said truthfully.

"Well, then I'll tell you." He gave a sneer and said word by word, "Carl is dead."