###Chapter 248 Spending Few Years In Prison

You see, everything happened as if it had been planned. I had a murderous heart for no reason. Jordan was ready to come in and saw me stab Nicole accurately.

Nicole had slowly fainted with a pool of dazzling red blood under her body, and the knife was still stuck in her lower abdomen.

Jordan hugged her, looked gloomy, and looked at the frightened sister-in-law Marcela and said in a quiet voice, "Contact the hospital right away!"

When I looked at them, my mind was a little separated, and I didn't think it was so scary. I even felt that Nicole had to die, and my world would be clean as long as she died.

Jordan picked her up, a pair of gloomy, cold eyes looked at me, thin lips tight, cannot see any emotion.

We looked at each other coldly.

I suddenly wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. As I felt myself grinning, slightly overflowing smile, the heart was not in fear but with joy.

He looked at me, Jordan's face was filled with such cold emotions, cold to the extreme, frowning, deducing anger, rebuke, and indifference.

Looking at his eyes, I seemed to have a knife in my heart, stabbing it bit by bit, and every time it went in, the pain began to spread so much that it was hard for me to breathe.

I took a breath and it hurt. I watched him land in his arms and gladly left the villa. I sat softly on the ground.

"Ivelle!" Sister-in-law Marcela exclaimed, holding me, looked at me distressed, and said, "Don't be afraid, it's all right, it's all right!"

I shook my head. I was not worried about Nicole's accident at all. I was afraid of Jordan. Nicole was right. No matter how long it took, as long as Nicole gets into an accident, Jordan's worry and heartache emanated from his heart could not be compared with me at all.

He can't let her go, let alone let it go.

Looking at Sister Marcela, my voice choked up. According to the faint pain in my heart, I opened my mouth and said, "Sister Marcela, it hurts here!"

She put her arms around me, picked me up, and sat me on the sofa.

The alarm sounded outside, the sound was very loud, and there was a shrill alarm in the originally quiet villa area.

With the sound of the alarm leaving, Alice came in, still wearing a nightgown, and her eyes fell on my bloodstained hands.

She took a slight breath and said with reproach in her voice, "No matter how much you hate her, you don't have to do it so brazenly. The Biden family will not give up."

I pursed my lips, my mood gradually calmed down and said nothing.

It didn't seem that Jordan didn't love Nicole. After so many years of companionship and care, how can he let it all go? He hides it too well, attributing his responsibility and guilt to me as love, so he transferred the kindness and love he felt for Nicole to me.

I regard these copied well as his love for me. I never thought that in the event of an accident, Jordan's choice would be in favor of Nicole for no reason.

Alice saw that I was silent and knew what I was saying at this time. I couldn't hear her at all. She sighed slightly, went into the bedroom, changed her clothes, and went out.

I stood in the same place for a long time. Sister-in-law Marcela accompanied me. When she saw me walking out, she hurriedly stopped me and worried, "Ivelle, where are you going?"

"I'm going to the hospital!"

She hurriedly stopped me. "Don't go. Your husband and the Biden family are probably angry. It's not good for you to go. Be good. Stay at home. Could you deal with it after everything has calmed down?"

I sat on the sofa, buried my face in the palm of my hand, my heart and head hurt, and the villa became very quiet.

What followed was my endless confusion and bewilderment.

For a long time, footsteps were heard from the villa, and Mrs. Marcela's voice came, "Dr. Silverman, why didn't you go to the hospital?"

The huge shadow surrounded me, and I was a little irritable. I looked up and saw Brad's slender body standing in front of me, indifferent and distant.

I stared at the blood on my hands and said coldly, "If you're here to blame and pursue responsibility, please talk to a lawyer. I'm in a bad mood right now. I can't guarantee that I won't do anything to you when I collapse."

Brad Silverman was here.

He looked at me, and his eyes were deep and helpless. "There seems to be no knife around here." He said. "How did you do it?"

I pursed my lips, a little irritable, and said nothing more.

He sat next to me and Mrs. Marcela poured him some water. He drank shallowly and had no intention of speaking.

I looked at him and frowned, "Aren't you here to teach me a lesson?"

He raised his eyebrow. "Why should I teach you a lesson? It's not my woman who was stabbed."

"So, you're here to tell a joke?"

He gave a snicker and sneered, "Do I look that bored?"

Neither, then we were here to watch the commotion.

The sound of hasty footsteps came from the courtyard. I didn't have to think about it to know that it was Jordan.

His hands were still stained with blood, his slender body came in from the outside, and the gloom on his face smelled of strangers.

He folded his lips and spoke to me coldly, "Go to the hospital!"

"No!"

He lowered his voice, and he could tell that he was suppressing his mood. "Go!" Then, regardless of whether I wanted to or not, he pulled me up directly.

He dragged my wrist into the yard and threw me into the car. He started the car and went all the way to the hospital.

Nicole was sent to the emergency room for rescue. Jordan grabbed my hand, perhaps too angry, and he was very strong.

I was numb with pain in my wrist. I endured my anger and said, "Let me go first. If she dies, I'll pay for her life. There's no need for you to abuse me in advance!"

Hearing my voice, he looked back at me, realized that his action was too rough, and let go of my hand.

He pushed so hard that I had a lot of black and blue on my wrist and looked particularly dazzling.

He frowned, perhaps unexpectedly, and closed his black eyes and said, "Sorry, I."

I pursed my lips and said faintly, "It's all right, it won't hurt to death!"

He twisted his eyebrows, the cold feeling in his eyes was particularly strong, and his thin lips pressed tightly, which was to suppress his anger. "Ivelle, how can you do it? No matter how much you hate her, she has lost her child, and the mother has been punished. It's too much."

I sneered and said carelessly, "Was that too much? I just thought I was so light that I could give her a chance to save her."

He was so angry that he paused for a moment and said, "I don't know how to pay for my life. Did you really think Andrew Biden was such an easy person to mess with? He has been looking for his daughter for more than 20 years. If anything happens, do you think someone can protect you?"

I spoke lightly and was not afraid of death. "If Nicole is really dead, he will pay for her life. If someone like me was dead, I can still take her with me, which is a good deal for me."

He glared at me and was extremely disappointed in me. "Nothing to worry about? Ivelle, you are so heartless. What do you think of the people around you?"

I was a little upset and sat in my chair, ignoring his accusations.