###Chapter 247 Nicole Blakeley Asking For Trouble - Part 6

###Chapter 247 Nicole Blakeley Asking For Trouble - Part 6

He nodded, a little distracted.

The car was parked downstairs in the villa where he lived. I looked at him and saw that his eyes were droopy and his black eyes were deep and hesitant. He seemed to have something on his mind.

For a long time, he returned to his mind, looked at me very seriously, and said, "Ivelle, do you still hate me?"

I was stupefied, "What?"

"With how I abused you and with what I did to Maisie's family. " His voice was getting louder and louder, but it was not like him.

I pursed my lips and sank my face slightly. "Liam, those things are over. Don't mention it."

"so, do you still hate me?"

Seeing him looking at me with a childlike look in his eyes, I couldn't help but be surprised. "What happened at that time is all over. After all, you only threatened me and did no real harm. As far as Maisie was concerned, she was afraid that she will not be able to let it go for the rest of her life."

People were really complicated. I was afraid of Liam at first, but I learned to rely on him now. I even tacitly regard him as a relative in my heart. From a certain point of view, Alice and I are actually the same kinds of people, putting our own interests first.

He looked at me for a long time and said thoughtfully, "If you find out that I have done something to hurt you in the future, will you forgive me?"

Looking at him like this, I couldn't help looking at him with my big eyes. "What have you done that I need to forgive?"

He folded his lips, opened his mouth, and said, "Will you forgive me?"

Seeing that he did not answer my question directly, I could not help but puckered my mouth and said, "That depends on how wrong you are. Liam, you know me better than I do. I can't forgive you without any bottom line or principle, can I? So, don't do anything to hurt me, don't do it now, let's just be brother and sister for the rest of our lives, okay?"

He looked at me and didn't speak for a long time. He just stretched out his hand and drew me closer to his arms, saying cautiously, "Well, we'll be brother and sister for life. It doesn't matter if we don't have parents. You have me, you have three uncles, and we are all your relatives."

I nodded, feeling the same thing as he did. He seems to be hiding something from, something deep.

But I also knew that even if I wanted to ask, I can't ask anything.

With a slight sigh, he distanced himself from him and said, "Well, it's getting late, so go back quickly!"

......

After taking Liam home, I went straight back to the villa.

It was ten o'clock in the evening. I didn't think Nicole would still be in the villa.

She comes and goes freely, and she doesn't see the outside at all.

When she saw me go back, she blocked me at the door and said gloomily, "Yes, Ivelle, go home in the middle of the night, your wild nature is still hard to change. If you are not there, you are free like a runaway Mustang."

Nicole was the most unchallenging romantic rival I have ever seen. If it were not for Alex, I think she really did not even have the qualification to appear in the Astley family.

After a faint glance at her, I was really in no mood to argue with her and said lightly, "If Miss Blakeley doesn't give some room, I can consider freeing up a room for you to live in so that you don't have to run back and forth every day. It's troublesome!"

"You!" She was so angry that she pointed at me and yelled at me.

I didn't give her a chance and said directly, "It's getting late. Miss Blakeley, please leave!"

With that, I went to the kitchen!

She did not give up, followed me, dragged my way, "Ivelle, I have a hard time, you do not want to have a good time, you do not want to avenge your dead child, kind of revenge? I'm telling you, even if my mother doesn't intervene, your child won't live. He's not a normal child at all."

I slapped Nicole in the face, squinted, looked at her coldly, and said, "Nicole, there is a bottom line for human patience. A child, you still have to curse him when he dies. Don't you think you are abhorrent?"

I slapped her hard, and she was hit sideways, for a long time to slow down, her anger has no collection and concealment, or even more arrogant, "Ivelle, how dare you hit me?"

I contained my anger, ignored her, and went straight to the kitchen. I drank some cold juice when I was having dinner, and my lower abdomen hurt a little.

Being a woman was such a hassle. Every time they encounter a monthly event, they will be tossed half to death.

Sister-in-law Marcela was still waiting. When she saw me coming back and coming out of the nanny's room and also that Nicole was behind me, she frowned slightly and said faintly, "Miss Blakeley hasn't left yet."

Nicole ignored her, but blocked me, covering half of her face, and said angrily, "Ivelle, you hit me because I stabbed your heart, right? Did you think the medicine that Brother Jordan gave you during your pregnancy was to take care of you? Those were drugs that make children develop malformations. How stupid are you? You still continued to take those drugs even though the baby has been found to be malformed by antenatal examination."

I twisted my eyebrow slightly, narrowed my eyes, looked at her, and said, "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? I mean, the child in your belly, he deserves it, and no one would want him. He was already unwanted. If you don't believe it, you can take the rest of your medicine to check. You think that brother Jordan was protecting you now because he cared about you. He is guilty, and his conscience is reprimanded."

Seeing my face very pale, she smiled more and more brazenly. "Ivelle, I tell you, you deserve it, and that child deserves it. He should have deserved it. He should never have come to this world."

Yes, I admit that my heart was suppressed, and many negative emotions were successfully activated by her.

I raised my hand and was stopped by her, and she sneered, "What? Still, want to hit me? Do you really think I'm stupid enough to let you slap me the second time?"

I sneered, looked at her gloomily and eerily, and said softly, "No, I'm not going to hit you, it's too light to hit you, and it's too cheap for someone like you to hit you with my hand, really."

As I approached her step by step, my eyes fell on the fruit knife not far away, and I sneered at her. "I thought people like you would be a little more troublesome in my life, but now it seems that you are not only troublesome. It's disgusting, so why don't you go to hell!"

With these words, I didn't give her a chance to refute me. I suddenly took the fruit knife and stabbed her almost without hesitation.

"Ivelle!" The voice was not Nicole, who was so frightened, nor Mrs. Marcela, who was so scared that she was paralyzed on the ground, but Jordan's.

Almost at the same time, I was stupefied, and the wandering knife had been pierced into Nicole's belly.

Almost at the same time, a warm current infected my hand, and there was a ticking sound on the ground, which was Nicole's blood.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at me in disbelief. She opened her mouth and couldn't say a word.

Almost at the same time, Jordan rushed in, pushed me away, and supported Nicole, who was about to fall to the ground.