My Devil Husband
Chapter 34 Was there any evidence?

Martha didn't like the smell of disinfectant. The day after waking up, she moved back to Carl family Villa with the family doctor.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Grace got everything ready and came to Carl family Villa.

Stella was sitting in the living room rubbing Martha's shoulders when she saw Grace coming. She grunted coldly, "Grace, are you here to apologize to Auntie?"

"I don't accept this apology." Martha sneered, "If you want to apologize, you have to kneel down to be sincere."

"Do you hear that? Grace, kneel down!" Stella gave a loud roar and rushed up to kick Grace in the knee.

Grace pushed her away with a backhand and frowned, 'stella, you are just too stupid to be used by Martha again and again!"

"How dare you say that to me! You are stupid!" Stella gave her a hard look and rushed up to slap her in the face.

"Stop it!" But a cold voice came from the door.

Fortunately, Carl was here.

He walked step by step to Grace's side. His slender fingers pinched her sharp chin and his cold eyes narrowed slightly: "Grace, what do you want to do when you invite me here? Do you want to kill Martha in front of me?"

"As I said, I have a surprise for you." Grace smiled, held her head high and looked at the clock on the wall. She sipped her lips and said, "We'll see."

After saying that, the villa door was gently pushed open.

Looking at Daisy, who was carrying a black canvas bag and had a full face of ruffians. Martha suddenly shook her body and pointed at her and shouted, "Why is she here? Who let her in! Get her out of here!" "Daisy?" Carl looked at her with a frown and wondered, "Are you not dead?"

"Well, I'm not dead." She said lightly, "Five years ago, when my mother was seriously ill, she lied that I had died of illness for fear that I knew too much about Carl family's secrets. At that time, I was young and didn't know anything. Now that I have grown up, I should have told everything I knew."

"What do you know?" Carl asked, staring at her.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Martha. She sneered, "First of all, I stabbed Martha with the fruit knife. I pretended to be a waiter to kill her. It has nothing to do with Grace."

"Carl, don't listen to her nonsense!" Martha panicked and hurriedly began, "She is the undercover Grace found to frame me!"

"Auntie, I haven't said anything yet. How can you say I framed you?" Daisy sneered, "Don't get excited first. I have brought you all the evidence of killing Caleb five years ago. You can collapse after that."

Hearing her words, Carl's body shook and his eyes were filled with shock.

Daisy opened the canvas bag. She took out a very old Swiss army knife stained with soil and fuzzy blood in a plastic bag. She waved in front of Carl and laughed: "Boss Carl, this was the real weapon that killed Caleb. Martha buried it in the garden of Caleb's villa before his death. The knife with Caleb's fingerprints inserted into Grace was deliberately inserted into Grace to frame her."

"What are you talking about?" Martha was anxious and shouted at her, "It has been five years since things happened. You are holding a broken saber that can't see anything, and you want to frame me to help Grace get rid of the crime? You wish!"

"You know clearly whether it is framed or not." Grace stepped forward and said clearly, "For the past five years, I have been unable to understand why my fingerprints were on the knife that killed Caleb, but I suddenly figured it out last night." "That night, Caleb seemed to have been drunk. People who would never force me had to have sex with me. I was frightened. I took the fruit knife on the table and pointed it at my neck. I threatened to commit suicide. Only then did I escape and ran out of the villa. However, the knife also fell into the room. If I am not wrong, it should be Martha who killed Caleb, changed the knife with gloves, and deliberately put my photo to frame me."

"That's funny." Martha laughed sarcastically. "Grace, your imagination is really rich enough. Do you think Carl will believe your nonsense?"

For an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Carl.

Carl stood in the center of the hall, his fingertips burning cigarettes. The curling smoke made his handsome face extremely beautiful, but no one could tell through his expression.

He just gently hooked his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Is there any evidence?"

"No." Daisy shrugged helplessly. "If there were more evidence, I wouldn't have to kill Martha myself."

"Then let me add it to you." He looked at Warren who was standing at the door with his handsome eyes slightly narrowed.

Warren nodded gently. He went out and came in with a man of about 60 years old.

This man knew Grace and everyone called him Tyler Fule. He was the security guard at the gate of the villa where Caleb lived before. But after Caleb's death, he was also dismissed and never appeared in Romantic city again. 'tyler, tell me who went to the villa on the day Caleb died." Carl slowly spit out a smoke ring and said lightly.

"OK." Tyler looked up at Stella and said, Stella was the first one. She went in the morning and seemed to have had an unhappy situation with Mr Caleb."

"I just hope he and Grace get married soon." Stella hurriedly explained, "I want him to sleep in Grace quickly and then marry her, but he is stupid and silly. I can't tell him clearly, so I threatened him, saying that if he can't handle Grace, he might as well commit suicide and stay with Grace forever."

"I admit that I gave Grace's photo to him, and I also said that I would let him commit suicide. The video Grace put on the wedding was taken at that time, but I haven't seen him since that day. He could never commit suicide, so his death has nothing to do with me." At this point, she grabbed Carl's skirt and bit her lip. "Carl, you must believe me."

"I know it's not you, you stupid can't do such a thing." Carl quietly broke away from her and turned to Tyler and said, 'tyler, continue."

He nodded and continued to recall: "Next, Miss Grace was sent to the villa. The time when she entered was the closest to the time when Mr. Caleb died, but before that, another person had entered..."

'tyler, think clearly before you talk" Martha gave him a hard look and said with gnashing teeth.