My Devil Husband
Chapter 31 Grace Had Killed Someone.

Lily was his first love and the most innocent girl in his heart. Even if he got married and had a new family, he would never forget her. Only then something happened to lily, and he also stayed abroad for several years. When he returned home,

he got the news that lily was dead.

She had always been a pity in his heart.

As for Grace, the girl who stood in front of him. Her smile was exactly the same as the young lily.

Mason gently hugged Grace's thin waist, narrowed his eyes and smiled. He looked at Andrew and said, "Dad, how is she? Are you satisfied with the daughter-in-law I found for you?"

"Will you get married?" He clenched his crutch and frowned.

"Well, we will not only get married, but also have a wonderful grandson for you." He stroked Grace's long hair gently, and his eyes were full of spoil.

Andrew's deep eyes fell on Grace impartially, and his expression changed rapidly.

Rose bit her lip and stared at Grace. Her face became very ugly.

"Wow, Today's cocktail party is so lively?" Just then, Martha's mocking voice came behind him.

She walked step by step to the front of Grace and Mason, looked down on Grace and sarcastically said, "Andrew, your son is quite good at choosing a wife. He was just good at choosing someone that nobody wanted. You really have no ideas how bad Grace's reputation in Romantic city was over the years abroad, do you?"

"What are you talking about?" Mason took Grace in his arms and sneered, "I know who Grace is better than anyone else."

Martha smiled: 'mason, Grace do have a charming face. No doubt that you will be confused by her beauty. However, none of the people who get close to Grace have a happy ending. Caleb died five years ago. Now Carl is seriously injured. You don't want to be worse than them, don't you?"

For an instant, Mason's eyes narrowed and his handsome face sank a few minutes.

Looking at Andrew's suspicious face, Rose took his arm lightly and smiled, "Dad, Grace's reputation has not been very good over the years, but it doesn't matter. She hasn't married Mason yet, not our family member yet. You don't have to care about her."

At this point, Rose took her to the pastry area.

"Grace, talk to me." As soon as Andrew left, Martha pulled down her face and said to her, then turned and walked towards the lounge.

Grace hesitated for a long time, but still followed her footsteps.

She stood in the corridor of the lounge, deliberately avoiding the surveillance. As soon as Grace stepped forward, she took off the image of the rich, grabbed Grace by the collar and pressed her against the wall, gnashing her teeth and saying, "Grace, where is Carl?"

"Carl?" Grace narrowed his eyes and grunted coldly, "Isn't he your son? You don't know where he is, then how can I know?"

"Is it?" Martha grabbed her chin with her pointed fingernails and sneered, "Grace, don't think you lie to Carl, then he will believe you. He would never forgive you for the mistakes you made five years ago in his life, and you should not be wishful thinking to be with him!"

"Don't worry, I'm not a bitch." Grace rolled her eyes, pushed her away and turned to leave.

She didn't want to do indifferent pestering with her, but wasn't Carl in the suburb villa? Was he hiding there just to avoid Martha? But Martha was his biological mother. What was he doing hiding from her? 'martha, you murderer! I will kill you!"

Just then, a girl dressed as a waiter suddenly jumped out of the corridor. She clenched her fruit knife and threw herself at Martha.

As soon as Grace turned around, she saw the knife in her hand penetrating deeply into Martha's lower abdomen.

Martha covered her bloody lower abdomen and stared at the woman in front of her in shock. She said in disbelief, "You... you are still alive..."

"Yes, I am still alive, Martha, and I want your life for Caleb!" With a sneer, she stabbed the knife deeply, then quickly turned around and disappeared into the corridor.

Grace was frozen in place. What was going on? Who was this girl? What did she mean by what she just said?

But before she recovered, she saw Martha, who was sweating all over her head, throwing herself on her body with all her strength. She fell back a few steps and was dragged to the monitoring area by her. Martha sneered, grabbed her hand, put it on the bloody fruit knife, then smiled harshly and fell on her.

Grace turned to pale with fear and pushed her away as hard as she could.

"Ah!" At the end of the corridor came Rose's screams, 'murder! Grace has killed someone!"

Grace shook her head desperately and trembled all over.

No, she didn't kill Martha. She didn't do anything!

But at the moment, her body and hands were covered with Martha's blood, and she just looked like a murderer.

Looking at Martha lying in a pool of blood, Grace's brain buzzed, and the appearance of Caleb dying in the bathtub covered in blood kept coming to mind. She was so scared that her legs were weak and her whole body trembled. "Grace." The next second, she was dragged into a warm embrace.

She grabbed Mason's skirt and shook her head with tears in her eyes. 'mason, I didn't kill Martha. I really didn't kill her..."

"Well, I know." Mason nodded gently and said softly, "Don't be afraid. I'm here with you."

His arms were firm and warm, and Grace felt a sense of peace of mind.

Later, Martha was sent to the emergency room. Grace was escorted away by Mason and returned safely to the villa.

At dawn, Warren came here.

Just like yesterday, he sent Grace into the car and escorted her to the suburban villa.

But as soon as she entered the door, she looked at Carl's angry eyes.

As soon as she was about to explain, Carl pulled out the needle and rushed over, grabbed her by the neck, pressed her against the wall, and shouted, "Grace, are you crazy? Do you really have to provoke Martha?"

"I didn't..." Grace shook her head desperately and said in a difficult voice.

But five years ago he did not believe her, and five years later, he still did not believe her.

His veins stood out on his face, and his cruel eyes were eager to strangle her alive. "Grace, are you retaliating against me in this way? It is not enough to kill Caleb, you have to kill Martha? Do you have to kill all my relatives before you are willing?"

"I told you. I didn't do that!" This time, Grace didn't want to endure it any longer.

She pushed him away with all her strength, grabbed the fruit knife on the table and pointed it at her neck. She stared at Carl with her head held high and shouted, "Carl, if you really think I am a heinous murderer, then you can kill me now!"