GoodReadChapter 422
Sylvia had also spotted Odell’s car just outside the gate.
Usually, Sylvia would have gotten angry at the baseless accusation. She might have even
done something to prove her innocence.
However, at the moment, not only did she seem calm on the outside, she was calm on the
inside as well.
She could not even be bothered to continue watching Tara’s act.
Instead, Sylvia put the crown and Rubik’s cube behind her before she put the rest of her
things away. She then planned to go back into the house.
At this moment, Odell was already walking quickly towards them.
He immediately noticed Tara’s bleeding hand.
With furrowed eyebrows, he asked Tara, “What happened to your hand?”
Tara choked back a sob, as if she was unwilling to speak, but her eyes shot over to Sylvia.
Odell looked askance at Sylvia. “Sylvia, stop right there!”
Sylvia did not feel like giving him any attention nor did she want to explain herself. She
threw the carving knife that was stained with Tara’s blood onto the floor before levelling
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOdell with a cold stare.
The look in her eyes clearly said, ‘This was what I used to hurt her.’
Odell’s face darkened.
Things had come down to this yet she still refused to open her mouth to speak to him!
Was she that stubborn?!
Suddenly, Tara cried out, “Odell, this was all my fault. I noticed that she had made a few
carvings that looked really nice, so I picked them up to properly admire them. However, I
accidentally dropped one and caused it to chip slightly. Sylvia then accidentally cut me in
her anger.”
Odell asked, “What was it that you dropped?”
Tara glanced behind Sylvia and answered, “I wasn’t sure what it was exactly.”
Odell looked behind Sylvia too.
Sylvia hurriedly hid her hands behind her back as she clutched the crown and Rubik’s cube
tightly.
Odell reached over behind Sylvia.
His big hand pulled open her hands easily, and he soon retrieved the Rubik’s cube with a
chipped corner and the small crown.
Both items were not even as big as the palm of his hand. The Rubik’s cube no longer
seemed like a cube and the small crown had a simple design.
Both were completely ordinary wood carvings.
He glared at Sylvia. “You cut Tara’s hand because of these two pieces of crap?”
Sylvia pursed her lips tightly.
She obviously did not want to answer him or explain herself.
Odell scoffed. Then, he dropped both items onto the floor and stepped on them.
Crack!
The Rubik’s cube broke apart entirely, and the small crown split into several pieces.
Sylvia’s face went pale and she glared at Odell.
If it were not for her broken leg and for the sake of being able to see her children, she
would have lunged at him immediately. She did not care if she was physically weaker, she
would never go down without a fight!
Sylvia’s face had gone red with anger, yet her mouth stayed tightly sealed. Odell was
beside himself with fury at her unwillingness to even lash out at him.
“Apologize to Tara this instant!” he shouted.
Sylvia shot him another icy glare but paid no attention to Tara. Instead, she turned her
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwheelchair around and began moving toward the house.
Odell’s face went frigid. He walked over to her and grabbed her wheelchair. Then, he
forcefully wheeled her toward Tara.
Sylvia could not resist. She quickly neared Tara, meeting the latter face-to-face.
Tara held back a smile and weakly said, “It’s okay, Odell. It’s just a small cut. I’ll be fine.”
As she spoke, she cradled her hand gingerly.
The wound was long, and fresh blood seeped through it continuously.
Odell shouted at a nearby bodyguard, “Get me Dr. Forger immediately!”
The bodyguard rushed off instantly.
Tara then said, “Odell, let Sylvia go in to rest. She doesn’t seem to be feeling well.”
Tara’s eyebrows were knit tightly together and the rims of her eyes were red, obviously
trying to endure the pain on her hand.
“Don’t worry about her, she’s more than fine.” Odell replied before he said to Sylvia, “If you
don’t apologize to Tara right now, don’t even think about going into the house! ”
Sylvia kept her mouth closed.
Time ticked by.
Dr. Forger soon emerged with a first-aid kit.
Sylvia sat unmoving in her wheelchair, her mouth still tightly shut.
Dr. Forger opened the first-aid kit and said, “Ms. Avery, please give me your hand. I need
to clean and dress your wound.”
Tara warily stretched her hand out.
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