Chapter 5513： People who take advantage of other people's emotions are the most despicable people

Chapter 5513: People who take advantage of other people’s feelings for profit are the most despicable

"Stop crying." The middle-aged man held her in his arms, gently stroked her back, and comforted her: "We...we still have Eleanor, and we have to go on."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Mrs. Hill pushed him away violently and faced Lei Lei's angry question: "What do you mean?"

"I do not…"

Mrs. Hill covered her ears and roared hysterically: "I won't listen. My baby's body is still cold, so you thought of a way out. Is that scoundrel reliable? You just want to rely on her. If it weren't for her, her sister wouldn't die." I will never forgive her in this life! Neither do you, you will never forgive her in this life!"

Eleanor didn't want to interrupt her, but she couldn't hold back her temper when she heard her putting the blame on her head again, and she said something neither soft nor hard.

"Don't blame me for everything. Your precious daughter has offended many people outside. Her death has nothing to do with me."

“What did you say?” Mrs. Hill held her hands and gasped.

The green-haired girl turned around and met her eyes.

There was no admiration in the cold eyes, only a cold warning.

"If I say she dies, she dies. Don't blame me. I won't take the blame! Also, if you still want me to help, don't put on airs for me. What is the relationship between our families? You and I know it very well. You are outside. Give me dignity and I will give you the same in return.”

Meaning that if Mrs. Hill keeps making irresponsible remarks outside, she will give Mrs. Hill a bit of a show of strength accordingly.

"You..." Mrs. Hill was so angry that she tugged at her collar and sneered with red eyes: "Okay, you, you are really good, you are good enough."

The green-haired girl didn't like her.

A gentle: "Thank you."

Crush Mrs. Hill's anger to pieces.

And after saying this, she turned away impatiently and never spoke to the crazy Mrs. Hill again.

"If I were you, I wouldn't help her lie after she died. When she was alive, she didn't dare to admit that she raised a fish pond. At least when she died, she could follow her heart and say that she never loved her."

"..." They all knew that Elena had never loved Moody at all, or that she loved herself the most. Besides, she had also had feelings for others, and that person was not Moody.

Eleanor lied on the phone before telling her.

"You should not lie to others." "Those who take advantage of other people's feelings for profit are the most despicable people."

Mrs. Hill's neck was so angry that the veins were showing, and she just didn't dare to argue anymore. She hated and was extremely afraid of her little daughter, lest this rebellious and unfilial daughter would run away and tell Moody the truth.

She had been making trouble on the island for two days, and her sister-in-law's attitude was clearly that she was unwilling to get angry over Elena's death.

She could only rely on Moody.

…

Moody did not feel better when he left the New York City Police Department.

The family kept calling and ordering him to go back immediately and not to interfere in this matter.

On the other hand, he sent people to investigate and the results showed that Qiao Nian was the last person to visit the prison, but the time was too short to prove that she was the one who killed him.

Moody looked at the news that kept coming back, and could only drink to drown his sorrows. He was in great pain.

He either hates or doubts Qiao Nian.

But he's not that stupid yet.

Until there is definite evidence to prove what Qiao Nian did, he will not act impulsively. There is only one chance, and his father will not give him two chances to use his family's connections.

He wants to avenge her.

So you can’t find the wrong person.

Don’t be impulsive.

He wants to wait for evidence.

Waiting for a piece of evidence that would definitely convince him that it was someone who did it, and that "evidence" would soon come to his door.