Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Chapter 483 - 482: Is My Dad the Killer?

Bella Acker cried for a long time, and in the end, she didn’t even realize how she curled up and fell asleep in the living room.

If it weren’t for the urgent sound of the doorbell, she wouldn’t know when she would have woken up.

Bella Acker rubbed her eyes and sat up from the floor, feeling dizzy and weak all over.

She didn’t turn on the air conditioning after coming home last night, cried herself to sleep on the floor, and it’s no surprise she caught a cold this morning.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The doorbell kept ringing, and Bella Acker groggily stood up, staggered a bit before finally steadying herself to walk over and open the door.

"Slap!"

As soon as the door opened, a slap landed on Bella Acker’s face.

Mrs. Sinclair’s eyes were red as she shouted sternly, "Bella Acker, isn’t it enough that your father killed one of my sons? Do you want to kill my other son too?!"

Bella Acker was completely stunned by the slap, her head and ears buzzing.

"Mom." Bea quickly held back the emotionally charged Mrs. Sinclair, frowning as she looked at the haggard and pale Bella Acker.

Mrs. Sinclair glared at Bella Acker with hatred. If Bea wasn’t holding her back, and if not for her strict upbringing in family etiquette, she might have rushed forward like a market shrew to tussle with Bella Acker.

At least that way, she could vent some of the anger for her son.

Bella Acker came to her senses, looked at Bea, then looked at Mrs. Sinclair, her lips moved, and after a long while, she said, "Mrs. Sinclair, I don’t understand what you’re saying?"

"You don’t understand, do you? Fine, I’ll make everything clear to you today!" Mrs. Sinclair pushed past Bella Acker and walked quickly into the living room.

"Are you okay?" Bea asked softly, looking at Bella Acker’s face.

Bella Acker’s face was pale, with not even a hint of color on her lips. The heavy slap from Mrs. Sinclair had left a red mark on her face.

She shook her head at the inquiry, and said softly, "Let’s go inside first."

The commotion they made earlier wasn’t small, and the neighbors next door had already opened their doors out of curiosity to look.

Bea glanced at the open door of the neighbor, nodded, and followed Bella Acker into the house.

Mrs. Sinclair sat on the sofa with a frosty expression.

Bella Acker stepped forward and put away the exercise books on the coffee table, then silently went to pour two glasses of plain water.

"Bang!" Mrs. Sinclair took a stack of documents out of her bag and threw them onto the coffee table, saying, "Look at it yourself first!"

Bella Acker gave her a glance, picked up the documents from the table, and looked through them carefully. The more she read, the wider her eyes grew, until finally, she looked up in disbelief and asked, "So it was my father who killed Damian’s brother?"

"These are all collected evidence; do you think they could be fake?" Mrs. Sinclair sneered, her eyes filled with pain that could not be concealed. "My son was just in his teens then, how could that beast Ronan Rhodes do it, how could he drive him to death like that! Woo..." Speaking of her beloved son, Mrs. Sinclair could no longer control her emotions, covering her mouth and sobbing bitterly.

"Mom, don’t cry." Bea’s eyes also turned red, as she gently patted Mrs. Sinclair’s back to comfort her.

Bella Acker was shocked, frozen in place. Mrs. Sinclair’s words were like a bolt out of the blue, leaving her completely stunned.

Her father had killed Mrs. Sinclair’s son, no wonder Mrs. Sinclair hated her so much, no wonder Damian couldn’t make a better choice for so long. So there was such a significant hidden truth behind all of this.

Everyone knew, except for her who was kept in the dark.