Chapter 1153: Chapter 1153: Deliberate injury, conclusive evidence, bad attitude_1

Chapter 1153

Evelyn Thompson, coming from above, said, "Show me the painting Chloe Collins gave you."

She reached out her hands as she spoke.

Alexander Foster gently moved away, "Sorry, mom, this can’t be touched."

Evelyn became anxious: "Why can’t it be touched? I saw it on the live stream just now. It’s beautiful. I want to see it in real life!"

"Alex, let your mother have a look," his father spoke.

The couple Sophia Ford also said, "Alex, let us have a look too."

Alex: "It’s in the video."

As he finished speaking, he turned his head to Chloe and said, "Let’s go eat, don’t starve. I’ll come back later."

He took the painting and went back to the next room first.

As soon as he walked in, a Samoyed bounded up.

He avoided it with indifference: "Move aside."

The Samoyed tilted its head to look at him, the smile on its face disappeared, and its originally lively tails started swaying slowly.

A look of confusion was on its face.

Alex made his way to the basement.

Behind his desk on the high wall, an antique painting was originally hung. Soon, he took it down, making room.

He was delayed for half an hour before he returned to the main yard to celebrate his birthday.

As the protagonist, even though he was not very playful, he was begrudgingly made to wear a birthday crown, a floral wreath, and other things by Evelyn Thompson and other guests. They even sang songs around him.

Wanda Wesley and Robert Foster had just returned. They looked a little off, but no one noticed.

Chloe Collins was outside calling Layla Lowell. When she couldn’t get through, she called Charles Carrington.

Finally, the call connected.

"Why aren’t you at the Fosters’? Fishie is with you, right?"

"Hmm."

"What’s wrong with your voice? Is something wrong?"

The man’s voice was dragging, something seemed off.

"Nothing happened. I’m not coming over. You guys just eat."

He paused for a moment, then said, "By the way, your little sister won’t be able to make it either. She can only be out tomorrow."

"What?"

"She got into a fight, and the evidence is conclusive. With her bad attitude, she has to spend at least a night in jail." The man seemed to grit his teeth as he spoke, his voice was full of anger.

Chloe’s eyes narrowed: "How did a fight break out?"

Charles Carrington answered coldly: "She probably stuck her nose in where it didn’t belong."

"Aren’t you going to help at all?"

"We are no longer related."

Chloe asked, "If it doesn’t concern you, then how would you know about it so clearly?"

There was silence on the other end.

She hung up the phone.

After considering for a while, she decided not to go to the police station and returned to the room.

-

Two in the morning.

Layla Lowell and several of her younger girlfriends walked out of the Police Station. The streets are all empty.

"Sister Layla, where are we going now?" One of them touched her wound and asked with a frown.

Layla Lowell blew away the short hair sticking to the corner of her mouth, revealing a bruise. She looked indifferent and said, "Where could we go? Just go home. If anyone troubles you again, just call me, I’ll make sure they pay!"

Lavender Jenkins pursed her lips: "Sister Layla, I’m sorry. It’s all because of me. I accidentally provoked those guys, and that caused trouble for everyone."

"It’s good that you know. Let’s see if you dare to provoke a married man next time!"

Lavender Jenkins was wronged: "I didn’t know that beforehand. As soon as I found out, we broke up. It was his girlfriend who misunderstood and had someone beat me."

Layla Lowell was annoyed, waved her hand and said, "Just go, go home... or forget it, let’s go to the hospital first to treat your wounds, so your families don’t worry."

"Sister Layla, where are you going?"

"I have my own place."

The five girls walked down the steps, each step slow and steady, afraid of stretching their wounds.

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