Nancy Moore frowned painfully. The bright red blood quickly penetrated the gauze, and gradually spread!

Lucy Miller showed a fierce expression, and she smashed the crutch towards Nancy Moore.

Nancy Moore stretched out her hand desperately and grabbed the crutch that came over. But because of the excessive movement, she torn the wound on her back, and an excruciating pain came, hurting her to close her eyes.

Lucy Miller was struggling to recapture the crutch. Nancy Moore ignored the pain and tried her best to grab the crutch.

Francis Jones entered the room and saw Nancy Moore snatching Lucy Miller's crutch.

When Lucy Miller saw Francis Jones, she immediately let go. Nancy Moore successfully grabbed the crutch and raised and threw it with anger to Lucy Miller.

She growled and shouted with utter hatred, "You and your cheap mother should be damned. You should all go to hell!"

"Ah!" Lucy Miller screamed and fell down after being hit by the crutch. And when she fell, she pulled Nancy Moore's quilt to cover her bloody waist.

"Lucy!" Francis Jones exclaimed, went straight to Lucy Miller, hugged her, "How are you?"

"I'm fine. As long as Nancy can feel better, you can let her hit me a few more times. Francis, don't blame Nancy. It's all my fault. I shouldn't come back..." Lucy Miller said miserably.

"Lucy, don't be afraid!" Francis Jones gently held Lucy Miller and kissed her forehead, with his eyes full of love.

Lucy Miller shivered in Francis Jones's arms, crying weakly and innocently, "Francis, let me go. I really love you and don't want to make you embarrassed. Don't blame Nancy. I shouldn't have come back. I shouldn't upset her... "

Nancy Moore felt ridiculous. Why didn't she find out before that Lucy Miller's acting skills were so good?

"Why are you still finding excuses for her?" Francis Jones looked at Lucy Miller in his arms, distressed.

"Francis... I have a pain in my waist..." Lucy Miller fainted before she finished speaking.

"Lucy! Lucy..." Francis Jones picked up Lucy Miller and turned back to glaring at Nancy Moore. His face was cold, his eyes full of hatred and disgust.

Nancy Moore met his gaze and said with confidence. "She hit me first..."

Francis Jones's eyes were fierce and terrifying, and he roared, "I saw it with my own eyes! Why didn't I realize before? How could you be so wicked?"

Nancy Moore suddenly didn't want to explain. Because no matter what she said, he wouldn't believe it.

In his eyes, she was a wicked woman!

"No excuses? Just wait and see. If there is something wrong with Lucy, I will never forgive you!" Francis Jones stared at Nancy Moore with a scornful look.

Nancy Moore was full of grief and indignation. And the pain in the waist was extremely sore. Her body became colder and colder...

The crystal lamp above her radiated a dazzling light, shining on her body, cold and lonely, but could no longer illuminate the haze in her heart.

Nancy Moore's brain was blank, and she felt a sticky liquid dripping down the waist. Her eyes stared at Francis Jones.

Francis Jones would only ever see Lucy Miller's injury. Ignoring the desperate look of Nancy Moore, he left the ward with his beloved Lucy Miller.

Nancy Moore's lips were shaking, and her consciousness became more and more blurred. Someone seemed to be calling her in her ear, but she was too painful and tired. And finally, she fainted.

When Sam Brown took the attending doctor to the ward, he smelled a strong bloody smell upon entering the room.

Nancy Moore's eyes were closed tightly with a pale face.

Sam Brown walked to the bed with trembling hands and lifted the quilt gently. He saw that the sheets and quilt were stained with blood.

The medical staff present were stunned by the scene in front of them!

Here was not even a woad. It was a crime scene!

"Sister, who did it? Who did it!" Sam Brown yelled in a rage.