###Chapter 84 Nicole Was Taken Away By The Police

###Chapter 84 Nicole Was Taken Away By The Police

Ivelle raised her eyebrows and looked around the things in the house. "Miss Blakeley likes a lot of things which were not yours. Your nine-year compulsory education is very special."

Ivelle saw several well-designed vases on the collection shelf in the hall. It seemed that Nicole had bought them for Jordan.

Ivelle came over, looked at the vase and said, "Is this what Miss Blakeley likes?"

With that, Ivelle pushed the vase off the collection shelf without hesitation. It was followed by a very pleasant sound of a vase breaking.

"Ivelle, you, I am not done with you!" Nicole's eyes were red and she was very angry and charged at her.

After two years of entanglement, she was basically familiar with Nicole's tricks.

Ivelle moved steadily away and Nicole was so angry that she didn't have time to stop and bumped directly into the collection shelf.

It smashed several valuable collectibles.

Ivelle felt a little distressed. "Miss Blakeley, for the damages you caused, you still have to calculate the money to compensate me."

Nicole was so angry that she trembled all over. She wanted to tear Ivelle apart. "Ivelle, you deceive people too much."

A siren sounded outside the villa and it wasn't long before someone rang the doorbell outside.

When Ivelle opened the door, three young policemen came and said to her, "We received a call to the police. Someone broke into the house. Who is the owner, please?"

"Me!" In response, Ivelle showed them her ID and property certificate. She then said, "This young lady entered my house without my permission and damaged valuable things in the house. Please deal with it."

"OK, Miss Astley, are you hurt?" The policeman gave me back my certificate and asked.

Ivelle shook her head.

Nicole may not have suffered such grievances in her life. Her eyes were scarlet and angry, "Ivelle, I am not done with you!"

Two policemen took her away.

Ivelle looked at the messy hall and was not in the mood to clean up so she went straight back to my room.

Ivelle was full and she fell asleep after taking a shower from the bathroom.

Vaguely, she heard the doorbell ringing so loudly downstairs that she thought that she misheard it, so she turned over the quilt and went back to sleep.

She didn't want the doorbell to ring again.

She got out of bed. She didn't know who would come there that late.

She glanced at the camera at the door and saw that Brad was standing at the door dressed in black.

It was already two o'clock. What's he doing here?

When Ivelle opened the door, she was a little sleepy. Ivelle looked at him and said, "What's wrong, Dr. Silverman?"

He looked at her and said with a sigh of relief, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Ivelle was stupefied. "I muted it earlier and I didn't look at it when I fell asleep. Why?"

When he entered the villa, he lay tired on the sofa and said, "Jordan is asking you to send him some porridge to the hospital. He wants to eat."

Ivelle froze, she opened her mouth, somewhat speechless, "There are so many restaurants near the hospital, you can just buy some for him, why do you have to go here?"

He raised his eyebrows and said wearily, "He asked you to cook it yourself and send it to him."

"Now?" Jordan, what's wrong with him? He was obviously trying to mess with me.

When she saw Brad leaning on the sofa, she was able to look at the dark circles under his eyes that were so prominent. It was very obvious that he didn't sleep well. Ivelle sighed, "I'll cook some for him later. You can stay here and have a rest tonight. All the rooms are empty. You can find one and have a good rest."

Jordan was really something, he was messing with his brother so much in the middle of the night.

Brad was really tired, he nodded slightly, then leaned against the sofa and closed his eyes.

Ivelle went into the kitchen and cooked the porridge. When she came out, she saw that Brad was leaning on the sofa and breathing evenly. He should have fallen asleep.

Ivelle couldn't help him upstairs by herself, so she went back to her room, brought the quilt and pillow down and covered him up.

It wasn't long before the porridge was cooked. Ivelle looked at the time. It was already three o'clock in the morning. She hurried to the hospital and found Jordan's ward.

In the ward, Jordan was still awake, dressed in a brand-new blue striped hospital gown, his head was wrapped in gauze and several wounds on his body has formed scabs.

He looked a little embarrassed but it didn't do any harm to his handsome face.

When he saw her, he sank slightly and his eyes fell on the food box in her hand. Ivelle thought he might be hungry so she went to him and opened it.

She faintly said, "You just had an operation. Dr. Silverman said that you can't eat anything else. I've cooked porridge, you eat first."

"Hmm!" He answered me, Ivelle looked up and saw him staring at her. She couldn't help frowning. "What's the matter?"

"Did Brad wake you up?" As he spoke, he bowed his head and began to eat porridge.

Ivelle was speechless. For the sake of him being a patient, she put up with it and said, "No."

Brad dragged his tired body to her for her to cook porridge for him in the middle of the night. To put it bluntly, he still made it himself!

When she saw him eating porridge, Ivelle sat down on one side of the chair, leaned against the back of the chair and closed her eyes.

"Are you still angry?" He spoke in a cold voice.

Ivelle closed her eyes, she was a little tired and she faintly said, "Why will I be angry?"

"I owe Alex a lot and some things are not clear, so I can only repay it by taking care of her!" He said.

Ivelle raised her eyes and looked at him warmly. "So, are you going to pay that back for the rest of your life?"

He looked at her, his black eyes slightly deep. "No, this is the last time."

"Oh!" Ivelle laughed and looked at him. "It will be hard because Nicole was accustomed to many things.

She glanced at the porridge in his hand and said faintly, "The porridge is getting cold!"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her, he drank all the porridge that was left. He looked at me faintly and said, "Do you feel sorry for my car accident?"

Ivelle always felt that his words were a little baffling. She got up and put away the food box in his hand. She was a little tired when she said, "It's getting late. Go to bed early."

If someone would experience too much, the person would be numb.

When he saw that she was leaving, he said. "The hospital asked that the family should accompany me."

Ivelle wanted him to call and ask Nicole to come but suddenly, she remembered that she had been taken away by the police and would not be able to come for a while.

She nodded and said, "Hmm!"

It was just for the night. It was not a big deal.

She sat back and began to take a nap.

His phone suddenly rang. She was not in the mood to listen to him but he seemed to like to put on the speakerphone these days.

As soon as the line got through, the other end cried, "Brother Jordan, I was framed by Ivelle and was taken to the police station. What should I do?"

Nicole?

Why was she calling for help now? Shouldn't she call Jordan when she was taken away?

When she saw that Jordan was staring at her, she shrugged her shoulders and said calmly, "She was rummaging around at home without my permission, so I called the police."