My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston)

Chapter 223 The Press Conference in the Ward

Alston and Cynthia were exhausted on the trip and they went to take a shower. Greg and Lewis hugged the babies lovely. Seeing their chubby faces, they burst into tears with excitement. "They both have grown up a bit. They look so cute."

Desmond and Keller quietly stayed in their arms. After a long trip in the car, they yawned sleepily.

Greg smiled and said, "They look tired. Let's go to the baby's room and put them to bed."

After freshening up, Cynthia and Alston were about to take a rest when Bill ran in in a hurry. When he saw Alston, he paused and was hesitant to speak, especially when he saw Cynthia was also there. "What's up?" Alston cast a cold glance.

Bill shrank his neck and told them what he just heard. "When Beck went to his house to find Jane and Cherry, he slipped down the stairs and struck the back of his head. He is out of danger in the hospital. But he becomes a vegetable!"

Cynthia lost the cup in her hand and suddenly dropped it to the ground with a splash of pieces.

She subconsciously wanted to squat down to pick it up, but her finger was cut as she was absent-minded.

"Are you okay?" Alston saw blood flowing from her finger and hurriedly asked Joyce to bring the medicine box over. Then he helped her disinfect her finger and put a band-aid on it.

Cynthia held the injured hand and said, "I was distracted, so I didn't..."

"I know!" Alston stroked her hair and said with a soft voice.

Cynthia did hate Beck and wished for him to die. She never thought Beck would be punished so quickly. When she sent her mother's ashes back to Coast City, Beck turned into a vegetable. As the saying goes, Evil will be rewarded with evil.

During the time dealing with the cut, Bill had cleaned up the pieces. He looked at Cynthia's injured hand guiltily and scratched his head, wondering if he shouldn't have told the news.

"Bill!" Alston's cold voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

"Mr. Smith?"

"Did Beck really slip down the stairs because he lost his footing?"

Bill was stunned for a moment. Then he shook his head and said, "I heard it from others. Jane and her daughter said that. No one else saw it except them."

Alston and Cynthia looked at each other knowingly. They knew there was more to it. It was only the word of Jane and Cherry. They must be hiding something!

"You heard the news so quickly. You've been following them recently?" Alston asked.

Bill gave a glance at Cynthia again and said after hesitating for a few seconds. "Greg asked me to check the death of Mrs. Green. I've investigated a long time and found the suspicious one is Jane and Cherry."

When Cynthia heard the news, she got traged and suddenly stood up from the sofa. "I knew it! I suspected them before. No one would do that except the killer had some grudges against my mom. It must be Jane and Cherry!"

"Take it easy!" Alston pressed Cynthia's arm and pulled her to his side. He comforted, "Let him finish."

Hearing this, Bill spoke out the information which he found these days. A few days ago, he checked the traces of those who had grievances with the Green and Smith family, including Clare and Ivan. Beck's whereabouts were all clear and he didn't see any strangers. Only Jane and Cherry were sneaking around for something.

He also found out Jane went out frequently to meet some unfamiliar people and they often came to her house.

"Although there is no clear evidence, I can confirm it's Jane and Cherry who killed Mrs. Green."

Cynthia's eyes turned red. She clenched her fists tightly, full of hatred in her heart. Jane and Cherry were so despicable. They bit people from time to time like the serpents hiding in the dark, making it impossible to guard against.

"They're so heartless!" Alston cursed angrily. His eyes were cold and his face looked sullen. Looking at Cynthia's red eyes, he calmed down a little and said, "Pull it together. I will send them to where they should be in due time."

"Okay!" Cynthia looked at him and said in a hoarse voice, "Tell me by that time. I will avenge my mom!"

While talking, the doorbell rang. Bill ran to open the door and handed a letter to Cynthia.

"Mrs. Smith, it's sent by people from the Miller family."

Cynthia was confused and opened the envelope under Bill's curious gaze. After reading it, a sarcastic smile appeared on her face. "They become impatient. Beck is still lying in the hospital. I can't believe they will do this. What a good wife and a good daughter."

"What's wrong?" Alston asked. Bill was also curious.

"Jane and Cherry are going to have a press conference in Beck's ward tomorrow. They also invited us."

Cynthia threw the letter and smiled coldly. "Jane has told the press I'm Beck's daughter and said I must be there. Otherwise, I will suffer the consequences."

Jane was forcing her. If she refused to go, the press would expose her as unfilial. They would criticize her cold-hearted for her vegetable father.

Alston hugged her and smiled faintly. "Then we will go to the press conference as she wished. Bill, get prepared."

"Great!" Bill failed to send Jane and Cherry to prison before. When he heard Alston's words, he was eager to knock them down.

Alston gave a glance at him and said, "I mean to prepare for security arrangements. Don't let others get close to Cynthia."

"Got it!" Bill replied disappointedly.

The next day, Cynthia proposed to change into plain clothes and sunglasses. Then she went to the hospital where Beck was with Alston.

As soon as they got off the elevator, they heard a commotion outside. The entire corridor was crowded with reporters. Then the bodyguards brought by Bill forced a way out of the crowd. Alston escorted Cynthia and they went to Beck's ward together.

The reporters kept pressing the shutters and taking pictures when they walked toward the ward. Cynthia was well protected by Alston. Although his proposal had gone viral before, Cynthia's photo couldn't be found on the Internet.

When these reporters saw Alston accompanying her personally, they all knew who this woman was. They were very excited and wanted to take more pictures.

Cynthia frowned. Fortunately, she had prepared earlier and wore sunglasses.

But she didn't expect Jane and Cherry would invite too many presses here.

For some reason, Cynthia had an ominous premonition in her heart. She always felt they were setting her up, waiting for her to get into the trap.

When they arrived at the ward, there were also many reporters inside. Alston looked around with a frown. These reporters were very familiar. The ones who were in the ward were either the press of the Miller family or the press who were close to the Jane's family.

They surely did not have friendly intentions.

"Cynthia, you're here!" Jane didn't put on any makeup and her face looked haggard as if she experienced a heavy blow.

Cherry was standing beside her and her face was also pale. She looked at Cynthia with a desolate expression and said softly in a choked voice, "Sis!"

This word made Cynthia's goosebumps rise all of a sudden. Although

Cherry feigned very well, the hatred in her eyes almost spilled over. Cynthia's complexion was much better than the two of them, and there was no sadness on her face. In the ward with a fake sad atmosphere she and Alston seemed out of place.

The presses looked at each other and took another several photos.

Alston glanced at them with his sharp eyes. The presses' hands trembled and they put down their cameras subconsciously. Although they were close to the Miller and Jane's families, they didn't dare to offend Alston.

Jane peeked at the camera set up in the corner and stepped forward to hold Cynthia's hand. She let out a sigh and said, "Are you still blaming your father? I heard you came back from Coast City yesterday. Your sister and I stayed in the hospital all night, but we didn't see you coming..." Sure enough, she was bringing out the big guns!