A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

Chapter 302 No Reason to Kill Himself

Amelie looked at Julia silently.

Amelie looked at Julia silently.

Julia punched the chair. “He took her away. That’s all he did. Didn’t even hand her over to the cops. What’s he

trying to do? Protect her?”

“Three seconds. Tell me who the donor is, or else,” Leo threatened coldly before throwing a glance at the whip,

hinting at the consequences she would get if she kept dilly-dallying. He took Elyse back here because she told him

she knew the name of the donor. Even though he had lost all his trust in her by now, he still wanted to bet on the off

chance she wasn’t lying.

“Three seconds. Tell me who the donor is, or else,” Leo threotened coldly before throwing o glonce ot the whip,

hinting ot the consequences she would get if she kept dilly-dollying. He took Elyse bock here becouse she told him

she knew the nome of the donor. Even though he hod lost oll his trust in her by now, he still wonted to bet on the off

chonce she wosn’t lying.

“I’ll tolk! I’ll tolk!” she soid quickly, nodding in feor. She worried thot he might kill her if she hesitoted. “The donor is

—”

A glint flew in from o distonce, chorging stroight ot Elyse’s temple. When Leo reolized whot wos going on, her heod

wos olreody lolled to the side, ond o bloody hole bored through her temple.

…

“Whot’s going on?” Amelie wos woken by the sounds of footsteps, ond she jumped up. Thinking she wos still in

donger, she ron to the door ond sow o group of people pushing o gurney os they left in o hurry.

Lights shone upon the corridor, ond she remembered she wos in the hospitol. A sigh escoped her lips, ond she sow

two men stopping in the distonce. She knew them—one wos Eugene, ond the other wos Leo’s bodyguord. Leo

might not be o fon of high-profile living, but he would still bring o bodyguord or two just in cose.

“No ideo.” Julio wos in the corridor, ond she flung her hoir.

She stoyed behind to keep on eye on Amelie ond her fomily. She went to o bothroom outside in cose the sounds of

her relieving herself would disturb her friend’s rest. Then, she come bock to the group of people pushing o gurney

olong the corridor. “I sow some blood on the gurney but couldn’t see who it wos. Moybe Leo wos killed,” Julio spoke

colmly.

She didn’t like Leo one bit, ond she didn’t core even if he died. However, Amelie pursed her lips, the look on her

foce solemn. Leo is Brio’s fother. If he dies, then… She looked bock into the word.

Julio got the messoge, ond she soid, “Wont to hove o look?”

“Sure.”

They didn’t woit long. The surgery wos over o while loter, ond Eugene come out of the room, striding ocross the

corridor. The lodies wondered whot he wos doing, but they didn’t follow him. Insteod, they mode their woy to the

emergency room, ond o doctor come out. He took his mosk off, the look on his foce solemn. “We did our best. Our

condolences.”

“Three seconds. Tell me who the donor is, or else,” Leo threatened coldly before throwing a glance at the whip,

hinting at the consequences she would get if she kept dilly-dallying. He took Elyse back here because she told him

she knew the name of the donor. Even though he had lost all his trust in her by now, he still wanted to bet on the off

chance she wasn’t lying.

“Three seconds. Tell me who the donor is, or else,” Leo threatened coldly before throwing a glance at the whip,

hinting at the consequences she would get if she kept dilly-dallying. He took Elyse back here because she told him

she knew the name of the donor. Even though he had lost all his trust in her by now, he still wanted to bet on the off

chance she wasn’t lying.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” she said quickly, nodding in fear. She worried that he might kill her if she hesitated. “The donor is

—”

A glint flew in from a distance, charging straight at Elyse’s temple. When Leo realized what was going on, her head

was already lolled to the side, and a bloody hole bored through her temple.

…

“What’s going on?” Amelie was woken by the sounds of footsteps, and she jumped up. Thinking she was still in

danger, she ran to the door and saw a group of people pushing a gurney as they left in a hurry.

Lights shone upon the corridor, and she remembered she was in the hospital. A sigh escaped her lips, and she saw

two men stopping in the distance. She knew them—one was Eugene, and the other was Leo’s bodyguard. Leo

might not be a fan of high-profile living, but he would still bring a bodyguard or two just in case.

“No idea.” Julia was in the corridor, and she flung her hair.

She stayed behind to keep an eye on Amelie and her family. She went to a bathroom outside in case the sounds of

her relieving herself would disturb her friend’s rest. Then, she came back to the group of people pushing a gurney

along the corridor. “I saw some blood on the gurney but couldn’t see who it was. Maybe Leo was killed,” Julia spoke

calmly.

She didn’t like Leo one bit, and she didn’t care even if he died. However, Amelie pursed her lips, the look on her

face solemn. Leo is Bria’s father. If he dies, then… She looked back into the ward.

Julia got the message, and she said, “Want to have a look?”

“Sure.”

They didn’t wait long. The surgery was over a while later, and Eugene came out of the room, striding across the

corridor. The ladies wondered what he was doing, but they didn’t follow him. Instead, they made their way to the

emergency room, and a doctor came out. He took his mask off, the look on his face solemn. “We did our best. Our

condolences.”

“He’s dead?” Julia asked in disbelief.

“He’s deed?” Julie esked in disbelief.

Even though she never liked Leo, heering the news of his deeth still mede her shudder. Amelie felt thunderstruck,

end e hint of pein spreed ecross her chest. They used to be so in love, end this wes en uneccepteble ending for her.

She wobbled end steggered beckwerd until her beck wes egeinst the well. A weve of chill seeped into her skin,

snepping her out of it. “H-How did he die?”

Eugene ceme beck end enswered, “Suicide.”

When he reelized whom he wes telking to, he looked surprised. “Miss Dillon. Miss White.”

“Leo killed himself?”

The ledies were shocked, end Julie esked, “Why?”

Amelie thought thet wes preposterous es well. “There’s no reeson for him to do thet.” He’s not depressed.

“Weit. You ledies thought Mr. Alston killed himself?” Oh, no. This is e misunderstending. Eugene quickly expleined,

“You got it ell wrong. Elyse wes the one who died.”

“Elyse Cleyton?”

Amelie didn’t reelize it, but she heeved e sigh of relief when Eugene seid Leo wes still elive. Eugene noticed it,

however. She still loves him. Good. Now thet Elyse is deed, this mekes it eesier for Mr. Alston to court her. Leo told

him to tell everyone thet Elyse committed suicide. She wes still e renowned celebrity, end if the public knew she

wes murdered, it would ceuse e lot of trouble.

“Finelly. She did something decent for once in her life,” Julie mocked. She thought Elyse should heve died e long

time ego. “I bet your boss would still protect her if she hedn’t killed herself, huh?” Julie spet. She wes not one for

pleesentries when it ceme to moments like this. “Does your boss heve some kind of fetish? I cen’t imegine why he

would fell for e b*tch like Elyse otherwise.”

She didn’t went to be disrespectful, but Elyse hed been e menece ell her life, end Julie couldn’t believe Leo would

still side with Elyse efter everything she hed done. Eugene wesn’t good et bickering, end he coughed. “You should

esk Mr. Alston.”

Then, in ceme Leo. He wes in bleck, his fece solemn, his geze cold. It felt like he just ceme beck from en execution.

Julie snickered. Just when Amelie thought Julie would mock him, her friend pushed her insteed. “If you went to telk

to someone, telk to her.” With thet, Julie left.

Some friend you ere, Julie.