After Ingrid yelled at Mitchell, her face was red and distorted with anger.
Unrepressed hatred was spewing out of her eyes.
The grudges that she kept hidden accumulated and gushed out at this moment.
Mitchell heard this and was slightly startled.
However, he soon looked at her with pity and helplessness.
Mitchell looked disappointed and could not help but say, "Ms. Ferguson, you hate Mr. Ferguson so much and brood about these things for so long. Why didn't you think about how you would be able to live such a lavish life without Mr. Ferguson? None of the girls your age who work here stay idle. Mr. Ferguson was harsh on you because he wanted you to be better, but you held a grudge against him? Also, your miscarriage was not because of Mr. Ferguson. Not to mention, if you give birth to the child of your family’s enemy, how would you deal with the child? How do you want your family to treat that child? Don't you want to marry someone you love and have children? What’s more, Old Master Ferguson was killed by Tyler. Have you forgotten how much your grandfather loved you?"
After Mitchell finished speaking, Ingrid could not help but yell back, "That's enough! My grandfather was killed by Falcon! What does it have to do with Tyler?" "At that time, Falcon colluded with Tyler..."
Mitchell's tone was cold.
At the mention of the past, Ingrid's face turned pale.
She did not want to believe those horrible lies. 1
She only believed everything Tyler told her.
"So what? My child is innocent! My brother can even accept Angle's child, so who gave him the right to abort my child? He just hates me!"
Ingrid said fiercely.
She walked to the window of the office in a few steps. The cool wind from the outside blew in, which soothed her turbulent emotions.
Ingrid took a deep breath, calmed herself down, looked out the window, and said to Mitchell, who was behind her, "Mitchell, you don't need to say these useless things. My brother won’t survive this. Now, you only have two choices. You can either get lost with my brother
The barrel of the pocket gun suddenly pressed against Ingrid’s waist. Before she could react, a cold hand suddenly held her neck.
Ingrid was instantly shocked.
She subconsciously looked sideways and saw that it was Eric!
Her face turned pale in an instant.
She panicked.
"Brother... How are you here? Aren’t you..."
Was Eric not dead?
Eric's hand slowly tightened around her neck. His face was expressionless without the slightest warmth or pity.
"I didn’t even know that my sister wanted me dead. So, you brought Chance here just to kill me? Oh, you also want to kill Chance in the meantime so that you can keep all my assets by yourself?"
Eric's voice was deep and cold, like a poisonous snake in a primeval forest. Every word he spat out was like poison.
It made Ingrid shudder in fear.
It was a fatal blow for Ingrid to see Eric standing here, well and alive.
Ingrid’s face was glum. It turned from ashen to blue as she had difficulties breathing.
However, struggling was no use, and she dared not struggle.
That was because the cold weapon on the waist was even more dangerous.
She could die with a slight misstep.
Ingrid was so frightened that her body trembled.
Tears flowed out instantly. She shook her head and spoke every word with difficulty.
"No, Brother! I was just talking nonsense!"
Ingrid had never seen Eric like this after living with him for so many years.
Eric was like a cold-hearted stranger with a ruthless weapon.
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