Good bye You Never Love Me

Chapter 39 The Truth About That Night

Unsurprisingly, Hollie found Martha staring at her with disgust and caution, but she just shrugged

carelessly, kept smiling and stepped forward to put down the tonics which she had brought with her,

and said, "Martha, I hear you're in hospital. So, I drop by to check out on you."

Hollie looked like she was pondering something and parted her red lips lightly, "It was a big fire in the

exhibition gallery. You were so lucky to survive."

"I've always been lucky. Otherwise, I'd have died on the operation table four years ago." Martha

narrowed her eyes slightly and said in a clear and clod voice.

Hollie straightened her hair a little and said with a light smile, "Martha, do you know how those bad

people suddenly turned up in the exhibition center and burnt out all of your famous paintings?

Fortunately, the Doyle Group wasn't the organizer of the art exhibition. Otherwise, I gotta pay a great

sum of money!"

After her mocking words left her lips, she saw Martha's face change color as expected.

Hollie raised her eyebrows with satisfaction and added, "But, luckily, Rhys happened to be the

organizer of the art exhibition, and he doesn't care about money at all."

Hearing it, Martha frowned more tightly.

"I'm afraid you know better than anyone else whether the fire in the exhibition center was just an

accident or it was planned," Martha said and stared at Hollie, trying to catch any slightest change of

Hollie's facial expressions.

However, Hollie simply looked so innocent as if she really didn't know anything about it, and said with

confusion, "Martha, I didn't get what you meant. Wasn't the fire caused by the theft?"

Martha narrowed her eyes lightly and taunted, "Come on. Stop pretending, Hollie. It's only you and me

here. Can't you just drop the act and cut yourself some slack?"

"I'm used to it."

Hollie shrugged and answered indifferently.

After it, she walked over to Martha's bed, bent down to come closer and whispered at her ear, "Martha,

are you disappointed that you didn't find any evidences this time?"

Martha knitted her beautiful eyebrows slightly, kept away from her and answered, "You've got the

scapegoats to cover for you this time. That's why I couldn't find any evidences. But it doesn't mean you

guys are so lucky every time."

"Oh, us?" Hollie asked confusedly.

Martha asked her firmly, "You and Joann. Right?"

The smile froze on her face. But Hollie remained calm and asked Martha the next second, "Have you

found any evidence to prove we've done it?"

Martha looked at her gloomily, pursed her lips hard and remained silent. Then she turned around to

pack her stuff.

Hollie stared at her back ferociously.

"Stefan will definitely marry me. He's promised me."

"So what?" Martha went on packing and said indifferently.

Hollie wasn't mad to hear that. Instead, she simply put on a meaningful smile, and said, "Martha, don't

you want to know when he's promised to marry me?"

"It was long time ago. He's promised me even before you two got married, or it's been longer..."

Martha, with her back to Hollie, was stunned to hear it and her fingers trembled slightly. But soon, she

restored calm.

Hollie wasn't pissed. With a smile, she went up to Martha and whispered at her ear, "In fact, I should

thank you for fixing us up. If you haven't escaped back to the Doyle Manor that night, Stefan and I

wouldn't have..."

Martha's face turned instantly pale when she heard this, "That night?"

Did she mean...

Hollie looked at her pale face, and burst out laughing wildly, "Yeah, exactly that night. What else do you

think?"

At the moment, Stefan was striding towards the ward from the hallway. He ran into Jane when he just

turned.

"Sorry!" Stefan apologized in a clear and cold voice. Then, he stepped aside and went on heading for

the ward.

Jane, who was standing still with the hospital discharge papers in her arms, watched him leave hastily,

and got very confused. Was that Mr. Harrison? What was he doing here?

On the contrary, Stefan had made it to the door of Martha's room.

He held the doorknob, tried to open it bur heard a familiar voice from inside. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Stefan was drunk on his eighteenth birthday party. You slept with him that night, but you left in the

middle of the night."

Stefan heard it, held the doorknob tightly and narrowed his eyes, wondering what Hollie meant by

saying that.

At the time, the two people in the ward didn't know someone was at the door.

Martha looked at Hollie's complacent face and asked eagerly, "What are you talking about? You know

what happened that night?"

"Of course I do. I saw you coming out from the hotel room with my own eyes."

Saying it, Hollie looked malicious and said with a very sharp voice, "Martha, shame on you! He's

announced that I'm his girlfriend that night. But you still slept with him."

"But so what? He sobered up later and told me that he'd be responsible for me and promised to marry

me. Whatever you've done was just doing me a favor."

Hollie stepped backwards, crossed her arms and looked disdainfully at Martha, who was totally

shocked, and couldn't help but taunt. "A darling daughter of the rich and influential family is nothing

more than this! You're a fickle woman and slept around before marriage. It seems that Maxwell, the

CEO of Doyle Group, didn't teach you good moralities."

Martha clenched her fists unconsciously, and glared at Hollie, "So, that night you've made him believe it

was you who had sex with him?"

Hollie raised her eyebrows proudly, watched Martha freaking out and laughed more widely, and said,

"Stefan loves me. Anyhow, he would still marry me even without what happened that night. And, you're

nothing but a free prostitute."

Till now, Martha couldn't hold back her anger and hate any more. She lifted her hand and tried to slap

Hollie in the face!

Right at the moment, the door was slammed open.

The next second, Stefan showed up at the door with a gloomy face.