My Devil Husband
Chapter 33 Kill her again

The next night, Grace was just about to rest when she received a phone call from Hailey.

The other end of the phone was very noisy. Hailey said at the top of her voice, "Grace, come and have a drink with me!"

Grace was worried that something would happen to her, so she asked the address, quickly changed her clothes and went out. The imperial city was still full of lights and was lively.

Grace crossed the swaying crowd on the dance floor to the bar and soon found Hailey.

She grabbed the beer bottle in her hand and frowned slightly. "All right, Hailey, stop drinking."

Hailey, however, looked at her with blurred eyes and smiled, "Grace, you are here. Great, come on, let's have a drink."

At this point, she opened another bottle of beer and drank it directly.

But she drank too fast and choked to tears.

Looking at her embarrassed appearance, Grace took out a paper towel to wipe her face and said with a wry smile: "Hailey, if you really love him too hard, Just give up." Hailey's tears flowed down.

She said with a wry smile, "Grace, You know what? It was because of me that Aaron was paralyzed."

"What?" Grace looked at her with a puzzled face.

"I lived in an orphanage since I was a child. I was always being bullied because I was weak. Aaron was my only protection. When I grew up, we came to Romantic city together. I took the nurse's certificate and he also got the lawyer's certificate. We had originally scheduled to get married by the end of this year. But a year ago, my stepfather who adopted me suddenly found me."

Speaking of which, Hailey bit her lower lip and trembled all over. "He was an asshole. He not only frequently asked me for money, but also tricked me into his house and tried to rape me. Fortunately, Aaron appeared in time and saved me. But at that time, I was too scared. I went crazy and ran out of the house, but left Aaron there. When the police found him, he was lying in the blood, his legs were discarded, and my adoptive father was missing."

"So Grace, I owe him. I can't let him leave me. Even if he beat me and scolded me, I have to support him."

Looking at the way she cried, Grace hugged her heartily and gently slapped her back to comfort her softly. She did not expect that her past with Aaron was so miserable.

Just then, Grace's eyes were suddenly attracted by a girl in a short black skirt and a high ponytail in the crowd.

It's her! The woman who stabbed Martha at the Mason family party!

Grace was stunned. She hurriedly pushed Hailey away and ran towards the girl!

The girl turned around and stared at her with slightly squinting eyes. She smiled, "Grace, it's you."

"Do you know me?" Grace was shocked.

"Well, we met ten years ago, don't you remember?" She laughed.

Hearing her words, Grace stared at her face for a long time and suddenly realized, "Are you Daisy? Aunt Shaw's daughter?"

"It's nice that you still remember me." Daisy, holding a slender cigarette ring, squinted slightly and vomited out a cigarette ring.

But she was completely different from ten years ago.

Aunt Shaw was a nanny who took care of Caleb from an early age, while Daisy was her only daughter. Grace met her once ten years ago. That year, she was only 12 years old. Now she had grown into a woman, but there was hostility between her eyebrows and eyes.

She flicked the soot on her hand, stared at Grace and asked, "Is Martha dead?"

"Not dead, seriously injured. She was rescued." Grace said.

"What a pity." She sneered, "It seems that I have to find a chance to kill her again."

"Daisy, what do you mean by what you said that day? It was Martha who killed Caleb?" Grace stared at her and finally asked her.

"Well, it has been five years, and you haven't found it yet, have you?" Daisy was holding the cigarette in her hand and raised her eyebrows. "Grace, you are not as clever as I imagined. I thought you could find the real culprit and clear up your grievances in five years."

"But I didn't expect Martha to attack Caleb. She was Caleb's sister-in-law and has taken good care of Caleb over the years. I always thought that it was Stella who killed Caleb." Grace said.

"I thought it was Stella at first, until my mother died five years ago and gave me this." Daisy narrowed her eyes, dug out a photo from her bag and handed it to Grace.

The photo showed a bloody Swiss army knife buried in the soil, while the photo was the background and the garden of Caleb's villa.

"The dagger with your fingerprints is not the real weapon that killed Caleb at all. The real weapon is here." She sneered, "It's a pity that my mother was cowardly all her life. Even when she saw Martha hiding the murder weapon, she did not dare to stand up and told the truth until she died."

"She told me not to get involved in Carl family's feud, but Caleb and Carl were very kind to us. I didn't want to see Carl hate the wrong person all his life, so I had to get involved and kill Martha."

At this point, she looked up at Grace and said in a hoarse voice, "Grace, over the years, you have been wronged. When Martha dies, you will be able to get rid of the crime of murderer."

"But in this way, you will go to jail." Grace worried.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can avenge Caleb. Just let me go to jail." However, she smiled wryly, 'martha is Carl family's wife. If I confront her, I will definitely not be able to do so. Therefore, the only thing I could do was killing her." Grace's beautiful eyes narrowed and suddenly looked up at her. She lowered her voice and said, "Daisy, do you believe me?" "Hmm?"

"If you believe me, listen to me. I can not only let you avenge Caleb, but also prevent you from going to jail." Hearing her words, Daisy hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Well, then I will believe you once." 'tomorrow night at eight o'clock, you will bring evidence to Villa Carl family."

"OK."

Thinking about that, Grace smiled with low eyes. She took out her mobile phone, edited a short message and sent it to Carl. She didn't know whether Carl would come or not, nor did she know whether Carl would believe her, but she must gamble once.