My Wife is an Exorcist

Chapter 7 - The Old Lady is Critically Ill

Oliver had seen a lot of confessions.

But the one who dared to forcibly kiss him to seek death, this is the first one.

Oliver expressionlessly drew out the hand towel he had with him and wiped the traces on his mouth a little bit.

The hand towel was crumpled into a ball and smashed into the trash can.

"Adored me ...... for a long time?" Oliver stared at Emma with a leathery smile, once again picking up the sharp fruit knife next to him, "Come on, expand on when, where and what ...... happened to make you fall for me to the point that you're not afraid to come to the door to find death?"

The man's cool and sneering eyes, coupled with the hand with a cold light of the murder weapon ...... Emma only felt that, if the answer is not good, the next second to be thrown into the trash can, is her head.

Emma stared tightly at Oliver's handsome and shady face, slightly holding her breath.

From the face, Oliver s relatives are extremely light ...... Emma secretly pinch her fingers to calculate, bizarrely, she can only calculate that Oliver s relatives are thin, the parents' palace is missing, it should be the early death of both parents.

Other than that, she can't ...... figure out anything.

Emma could not help but be a little surprised.

"Can't make it up?" Oliver was obviously impatient, the hostility between his eyebrows was sharper and more appalling than the blade of a knife.

"When Uncle and Auntie were alive, they had a deep friendship with my master ......" Emma met Oliver's dark and heavy eyes, and could only settle down and start making things up, "You don't know me, but I've seen pictures of you, and I've heard of you ......"

Emma was abruptly silenced before she finished her sentence!

Oliver's tall figure approached violently, the knife in his hand, pressed across her neck.

Sharp blade instantly cut through her delicate flesh, accompanied by a sharp stinging sensation, blood beads seeped out, in the blade of the knife connected into a red line, a drop by drop smashed down ......

The bottom of Oliver's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty violence, and his other hand pinched the back of Emma's neck, and with a slight force, he was able to crush her bones.

"The last person who dared to mention my parents in front of me, I picked off his hamstrings and cracked his bones one by one! Looks like you want to try it too ......"

"Second Master!"

Noah, the butler, pushed his way hurriedly through the door at that moment, startled for a moment by the scene before him.

Impatient to the core, Oliver roared, "Get out!"

Noah panicked and lowered his eyes, anxiously reporting, "Second master, it's the hospital side that called, saying that the old lady her condition suddenly deteriorated, the whole person is out of control, it seems that it needs to be operated immediately if ...... you please go over to sign."

Emma exhaled slowly in her heart.

She had just been waiting for this moment.

Oliver was a man who was unpredictable, unpredictable in his likes and dislikes, and extremely guarded.

He wouldn't believe anything she said, and Emma didn't expect him to believe it, her only breakthrough was the old lady!

Just now Emma has already calculated that the old lady is critically ill at this moment ......

Oliver heard that it was about the old lady, at that time, his long eyebrows were slightly frowned, he backhanded the knife stained with Emma's blood into the mahogany table next to him, and turned around to leave.

"Mr. Oliver ......," Emma decisively reached out and tugged on the corner of his coat, her eyes firm, "I can save the old lady!"

Oliver stared at her coldly, the violence in his eyes unfading.

"Why should I trust you?"

"The old lady's current body can't take the risk of surgery. I have a way to save the old lady, and if I can't do it, it won't be too late for you to kill me." Speaking here, Emma grabbed Oliver's small hand and gently clenched it a little tighter, following the example of the sad heroine in the TV series, she bit her lower lip, "I know that the old lady is very important to you, and I don't want to make you sad because I like you ......"

Like him?

Didn't want to make him sad?

This poor acting.

Oliver mentally sneered in disdain.

He reached out and cupped Emma's chin, surveying her exquisite little face with a high degree of recognizability, "Before you see the old lady, you have to prepare ......"

Twenty minutes.

The black Maybach drove into the hospital.

Emma came down from the car, the original coarse cloth dress was replaced with a high necked black dress, wrapped tightly from neck to feet, a waterfall of long hair was bundled behind her head by a wooden hairpin, and that small white porcelain-like face was touched with half a kilogram of black powder.

Simply miserable.

This Oliver is not enough, threw her a mask.

"Put it on."

Emma: "?"

Was there any point in wearing it when she was like this?

Oliver stuck his hands in his pants pockets and lightly spat out, "Ugly to my eyes."

Emma: "......"

She endures!

After enduring this year, she, Emma, the Cloud Green View's No. 1 Divine Woman and the strongest Arcane Magician, was bound to make this smelly man, Oliver, kneel down and admit his mistake!