###Chapter 241 Trap For Mr. Norris - Part 3

He was glaring at me angrily, "Ivelle, if you can just sentence me to death like Caldwell. Because once I get out of here, I won't let you live a good life."

I sat in my seat as I watched him being taken away by the police. I looked at the untouched dishes of mine on the table.

I moved elegantly to eat up the food left. After all, the food was not cheap to put to waste.

"You're too calm. Didn't you hear what he had just said? How are you still in the mood to eat?" Liam Weld came in, looked at me, and said helplessly, "When he comes out, you will be miserable."

I took a few bites of my food and thought it tasted delicious. I looked at him and asked, "Don't you want some?"

He gave a loud cry and stood opposite me. He asked the waiter for a bowl and utensils and looked at me as he ate. "Are you really not afraid that he will come out and get back at you?"

Putting down the fork in my hand, I slowly took a sip of water and looked up at him. "Will you give him a chance to hurt me?"

He was shocked, but still smiled, "Ivelle, how are you so confident that I will protect you?"

"It was you who took him, not me. Why does it matter if he comes after me?" It was not pleasant to order too many dishes to eat.

He was speechless. "Did you forget that you were an accomplice?"

"I was the mastermind?"

He shook his head.

I shrugged my shoulders and said innocently, "In that case, it doesn't matter if you drank some."

After a few bites, I lost my appetite and looked at him and said, "It's getting late. I should head back first. When the trial result comes out, let me know."

He slurped and lost his temper. "Why, are you ready to clean up the mess for me?"

I looked at him and said, "Why should I not clean it up?"

He pretended to smile. "It really is difficult for villains and women to step up. Socrates was absolutely right. Ivelle, you hold a grudge more than I thought."

I didn't reply. I didn't have much to say, anyway. I got up and got ready to leave.

He followed me outside the restaurant and said, "Aren't you going to talk to Jordan about Mr. Norris?"

I shook my head and looked for the car keys from my bag. "There's no need. It's done. You can find a way to get Erin's dirt from Norris. The sooner the better."

I originally wanted to slowly drag Erin to death, but I'm afraid that wouldn't work now.

I was involved in a lot of things with Brad Silverman and Jordan Astley, and so was Maisie Rogers. I wanted to end this matter as soon as possible so I can check what was going on with Brad Silverman and Maisie Rogers.

He nodded, clasped his hands, and said, "It's quite simple, but don't you think it's boring that you put up such a big trap?"

Boring?

"I have other things to do!" Erin spending too much time here was not interesting. After all, she was like an ant in a hot pot- always anxious!

When I found my car key, I opened the door, looked at him faintly, and said, "Come on, I'll contact you some other time. I'll go ahead!"

He blocked my way and asked, "To what extent are you willing to take with Erin?"

"Aren't we all living to die?" I had nothing else to ask for. I just wanted her to experience the pain of losing a child.

He frowned, thought about it, and looked at me and said, "If one day you regret it, don't blame me for not warning you."

I glanced at him and could hardly breathe. "If I regret it one day, then that meant she has regretted it too! You can say my plan is stupid. I'll see you some other time."

As we parted ways, I went inside my car and went straight back to the villa.

I get sleepy easily after the accident. I fell asleep not long after I got back to the villa.

But it wasn't long before I was woken up, the pain in my abdomen was terrible, and the noise from downstairs made me even more irritable.

Five minutes later, the noise downstairs continued. I couldn't help it. I got up and went downstairs.

Standing by the entrance of the stairs was Nicole Blakeley in a camel-colored coat soaking wet. Her hair was also wet, and her face looked a little haggard and ashamed.

When she saw me, she immediately pushed Sister Marcela Yeardly, who had been blocking her way. She ran up the stairs and pulled me with an angry face. "Ivelle, have you done the right thing?"

I was a little sleepy and didn't realize what was going on. I paused for a moment and squinted slightly at her and said, "Miss Blakeley, can you repeat what you have just said? Is that okay?"

As she was pulling my clothes, I seemed to have noticed that her eyes were red and seemed to be containing her emotions. "Ivelle, don't act dumb with me. You framed my mother, right?"

She was funny. That was what happened. "Framed?" I was experiencing some pain in my lower abdomen. Although it was not fatal, it felt really uncomfortable. "Has Miss Blakeley just graduated from primary school? Did you need me to explain what the word 'framing' meant? Did you think I was framing your mother for this?"

"Why, why should everything be directed against me? You have robbed me of Brother Jordan. I finally have parents and a family, but you still make me like an orphan. Ivelle, what on earth have I done to you for you to hold a grudge against me? Why are you doing this to me?

She looked a little broken and emotionally unstable. She was pulling my clothes looking sad and miserable, with so much anger in her eyes.

I looked at her light and said coldly, "Miss Blakeley should ask less about why, but more of what would happen."

As I took a look at Nicole Blakeley's situation, I realized that most of Erin's connections have been investigated. Liam Weld's ability to handle affairs was extraordinary.

She sneered and wanted to tear me apart. "It was a punishment and you deserved it. You were careful to say it back then. The child had come in a bad time, he probably didn't want to be born in this world in the first place. He deserved to die early."

I pursed my lips, my heart surged with great anger, and negative emotions overtook me. Looking at her hideous face, I was silent and suddenly laughed. "In that case, it seems that your mother should no longer stay in this world. You won't know what's going to happen to her. I don't want to discuss it with you."

Squinting at her angry eyes, I became more and more unsympathetic. "Next, she will be trialed for murder, engage in improper transactions, and will be detained by the police. Next, all her assets will be confiscated in the form of auctions and mortgages. In the end, even if you and Andrew have the money to get her out of prison, she will still have nothing left of her hard work."

At this point, I smiled, slowly and horrible. "Did you think for a woman walking in the clouds who suddenly lost everything she was proud of and would have to start from nothing would be able to bear it? By the way, I heard that Andrew Biden's youngest daughter, Frida Biden, is back. It looks like your mother and Frida Biden aren't on good terms. It would be hard to imagine you having nothing."

Looking at the pale face of Nicole Blakeley, I shrugged my shoulders and said casually, "You don't say, I'm still kind of looking forward to seeing how your mother and Frida Biden are getting along now."