Chapter 715 What Did It Mean

Maryam breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Mathew come back, and said to Kathy lowly, "So I let
you get a divorce as soon as possible. After all, Grandpa is the closest person to Brother Joseph."

Kathy's casual words quickly interrupted her, "Joseph will not drive me away just because he
committed suicide. Even I know he is acting. Do you think Joseph doesn't know?"

Maryam realized that Kathy's eyes were very dark, but bright, and she spoke in a very light voice,
"Maryam, let me teach you how to make mischief."

Before she could react, Maryam only felt that Kathy suddenly reached out and grabbed her. She
subconsciously wanted to pull her hand out, but she didn't know if because of excessive force or
what... the woman in front of her suddenly fell from behind.

As soon as Joseph came in, he saw Kathy standing on the side of the stairs. His heart was beating
very fast. He subconsciously called her, "Kathy, stand still..."

But before he finished speaking, the slender figure suddenly leaned back heavily. He almost watched
her roll down from the second floor with his own eyes.

"Kathy!"

The familiar voice in her ear seemed to shatter her eardrums.

Kathy slowly closed her eyes, but found that her consciousness was very clear, and the ceiling above
her head became hazy and distant.

She felt this familiar feeling again in pain.

She thought she wouldn't hurt anymore...but, she didn't expect it to be more painful than the last time,
more painful...



Maryam stared blankly at the woman rolling down in front of her, and stared at her hand blankly. She
really didn't do anything just now...

She didn't push her at all... How could Kathy roll down...

Joseph didn't know how he ran to Kathy's side. When he bent down to pick her up, he saw a pool of
blood.

"Kathy."

His voice was trembling, and for the first time in his life, there was an unabashed panic in his eyes.

He knelt on one knee by the woman's side and picked up Kathy's cold body. She had passed out, only
a steady stream of blood kept flowing out.

Her head was also injured, and the blood stained half of her pale face, but what made him panic was
the blood in her lower body...

Almost realizing something, his handsome face suddenly froze.

It was not the first time. If it... it was really a miscarriage.

"Master... Is Mrs Joseph miscarrying..." The panicked servant quickly said.

The man's nerves were tensed, and the bone-thinning chill quickly spread from the top of his head to
his whole body, flowing finely and densely in every part of his body.

The hands he held her trembled almost unsteadily.

She finally had a baby... but again, again, the child died.

The emotion in his eyes changed into deep self-blame and annoyance.



Damn him.

Joseph picked her up from the ground, his handsome face paler than the woman in his arms, and he
growled in a low voice, "Get ready for the car now."

He hugged her and walked out quickly. All his movements were instinct. He held the woman in his arms
tightly. The only feeling he felt was that his heart seemed to be held tightly by one hand, and as long as
it used more force, it would crush his heart at any time.

Mathew looked at the blood on the ground, and the indifferent man who hadn't seen him at all,
suddenly became dazed.

Of course he knew what it meant.

Thinking back to Kathy's abnormality some time ago, his heart sank even more. She was pregnant.

He didn’t think more and immediately ordered the servant, "Go to the hospital right away."

Maryam came down from the second floor with a pale face. She was scared. Although Joseph didn't
say anything, she was still scared. She almost cried when she looked at Mathew, "Grandpa..."

Mathew accused her so angrily for the first time, "What were you doing just now? Push Kathy down in
front of Joseph, did you know she was pregnant!"

"It's not me... I didn't..." Maryam explained subconsciously, "Grandpa, I really didn't push her, I didn't
touch her at all, she fell down by herself..."

Kathy came by herself and grabbed her hand, and then fell back...

‘let me teach you how to make mischief.’



Kathy's words resounded in her mind, and Maryam murmured, "She fell on purpose and planted
me...Grandpa..."

Mathew waved his hand impatiently. "Now it's useless to say that, go to the hospital."

If something happens on Kathy and her child... Mathew held the cane tightly, and his heart felt cold.

The red light in the operating room was on.

Joseph was standing outside the operating room, and Lincoln came over.

Kathy was operated on by the best medical team in the hospital.

He looked at the man standing with his hands on the wall. He was still wearing the same clothes last
night. A sleepless night made him look very tired. His clothes, sleeves, even his hands and face were
covered with a large swath of blood.

He stood quietly all the time. His white clothes were stained with blood, his handsome face was as cold
as a devil, his dark eyes were hollow, and his whole body exuded an almost desperate breath.

Lincoln knew that all the blood had flowed out of Kathy.

Mr Mathew committed suicide last night, today Kathy was injured like this, and that child...

"Joseph." Mathew came over on crutches. Maryam followed timidly, she didn't even dare to appear in
front of this man...

Joseph's eyes moved, and his cold and terrifying gaze fell straight on Maryam, his eyes full of
murderous intent.

Then, Maryam watched him walking towards her step by step in a bloody white clothes like death.



"Brother Joseph." She had just spoken, her neck being pinched severely.

"Maryam." He gritted teeth and called her name. His hand tightened inch by inch, his eyes revealed a
monstrous murderous intent, "Who gave you the courage to push her?”

Maryam was pinched and her throat was sore and dumb. The fear of suffocation and the killing intent in
the man's eyes made her so scared that her legs were trembling, and her face was flushed.

"Ah."

He smiled lowly, and his voice was hoarse and deep, like the devil's groan, "You kill my child, Maryam, I
want you to pay with your life!"

Maryam tried hard to speak out, tears kept running, "No...I don't..."

But there was only coldness, cruelty, and desperate madness in his eyes.

Mathew hurriedly walked over with a cane and stopped him, "Joseph...Enough, stop."

Not only Mathew, but even Lincoln was shocked. He had never seen Joseph who was almost in a
daze. They grew up together and the only time he had seen him so bloodthirsty was when his mother
passed away.

Since then, he has put on a gentle mask, but in fact, even if he was indifferent, he will not be so cruel.

Unless something happened that he couldn't bear and control himself.


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