Uncovering My Wife's Secrets

Chapter 293 Uncovering My Wife’s Secrets

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Trevor crashed the pickup truck, off-road car, and sedan in a row. He didn't let go of any of them. After a few

consecutive collisions, the driver of the off-road car lay on the steering wheel, his face completely pale. He

suddenly went cold and suffered from angina. The driver of the pickup truck was slightly better. His hand was

clubbed and broken.

The sedan was the most vulnerable. When it was hit by Trevor's car, the door directly smashed into it, and the glass

completely exploded. A few pieces of glass flew up and pierced the driver, and one of them pierced the corner of

his eye. He instantly felt that he was blind in one eye and covered his eye as he cried out. Trevor happened to see a

gap between the two cars in front of him. He drove quickly through it and quickly lost three cars that were following

him. A bunch of losers. He quickly drove to Daunting Hotel. After having a simple meal near the restaurant, he

checked into a room and slept. And the next morning, he got a call from the police, saying he was suspected of

vehicular homicide.

Trevor was very speechless. It had been a long time since he had seen an idiot playing such a clumsy distracting

trick. The police asked Trevor to go to the police station to take a statement. Trevor said that he would come over.

Then, he had breakfast and went to the police station. In regard to the situation of him hitting others with his car

yesterday, they were just racing together and competing with each other, at the most. How could it be called

intentional vehicular homicide? If the other party didn't admit that they were racing, then they were the ones who

had deliberately tried to kill him first. He just defended himself after that. Trevor did not panic at all. He calmly

drove to the police station.

When he arrived at the police station, Trevor took his statement. The police also verified the video of the road and

confirmed Trevor's claim that they did hit Trevor first. The three drivers of the crash were taken to the hospital for

treatment. After treatment, they would be prosecuted. Trevor left the police station. A man ran past Trevor, and a

woman chased after him crazily. "Robbery! Robbery! My bag was robbed." "Sir, my bag was robbed. Can you help

me?" The woman was panting as she chased after the marauder. When she passed by Trevor, she looked at him for

help. Trevor pointed at the entrance of the police station. The woman looked at Trevor in surprise. Trevor said, "You

can call the police!"

If it was any other day, he might have interfered in this matter. This was a special period, so he wouldn't cause

trouble for himself. "It's a robbery. Give me back my bag." Instead of calling the police, the woman ran frantically

toward the man in front of her. Trevor ignored them and walked toward his car. His car was parked in the parking

lot beside the police station. He went to the trunk to get a bottle of mineral water and leaned against the car door

to drink it. Not far away, an old scavenger was dragging a large, dirty bag. He stooped and Fummaged in the trash

with an iron hook. Soon, he found a paper shell. He picked it up and put it in his big bag. Suddenly, he saw Trevor.

His gaze was fixed on the bottle in Trevor's hand.

Seeing the old man's eager eyes, Trevor suddenly took another gulp of water. There was about a fifth of the water

left in the bottle. He poured it out, twisted the cap back on, and walked over to the old man. The old man stared at

the water Trevor had poured out again and swallowed. Trevor understood. Not only did the old man want the bottle

of mineral water in his hand, but he was thirsty. He immediately opened the trunk again and took a new bottle of

mineral water. Then he went to the old man and gave the new water and the empty bottle to him. The old man

seemed to be deaf and mute. He looked at Trevor with his yellowed eyes and then pointed at himself. Trevor

nodded with a smile and said patiently, "Yes, they're all yours."

The old man put his palms together and then came over to take the mineral water and bottle from Trevor. He took

the bottle of mineral water and opened it to drink. After one sip, he fell to the ground. Then, his body convulsed.

Trevor was about to turn around and into the car when he saw the old man get convulsing. He wondered if the old

man was having a sudden illness, so he immediately walked to the old man, crouched down, and asked, "Sir, are

you all right?" The old man clutched his chest, his expression contorted in pain as he let out a babbling sound.

Trevor was anxious. He frowned and said, "Don't worry. I'll call an ambulance." Although he didn't know anything

about first aid or medicine, he had heard that if someone suddenly fell to the ground, it was best not to move the

patient until the medical staff came to deal with it. "Ouch..." The old man screamed in pain. Trevor became even

more anxious when he heard the old man's shout. He quickly called an ambulance. The old man suddenly struggled

to get up in pain. After calling an ambulance, Trevor quickly comforted the old man. "Sir, don't move." The old man

looked very stubborn. He stretched out his hand in pain and tried to get up. Trevor had no choice but to help him

up. "Sir, you need to slow down."

The old man suddenly grabbed Trevor's clothes and stabbed his hand at Trevor's heart. Trevor avoided the old

man's hand out of instinct as a martial artist. A small fly-cutter appeared suddenly in the old man's hand.

Fortunately, Trevor dodged it. It missed and pierced Trevor's left waist. Trevor shook off the old man and saw that

the fly-cutter in the old man's hand was black. It was smaller than a dagger. He immediately looked at his left waist.

There was blood, and the blood was black. A terrible premonition ran through his mind. He wanted to grab the old

man, but the old man ran away quickly. He was not at all stooped as he had been before.

Trevor smiled coldly. He laughed at the coldness of the world. He could not be a good person. He was already on

guard when the woman's bag was snatched away. It never occurred to him that he would fall at the hands of a poor

old man. He quickly called Julian for help. "Julian, I'm at the police station in the Western District. I was stabbed. The

blood is black. I think I've been poisoned. Ask Annalise if she has any good solutions for emergency treatment." All

he knew was that if he was bitten by a venomous snake in the wild, he'd better tighten the wound immediately and

wash it with soapy water. If there was no soapy water, he should rinse it with as much clear water as possible. His

wound was on his waist, so he couldn't tie it tightly. He hurried to the trunk to fetch mineral water and rinse the

wound with it.

Julian directly handed the phone to Annalise. Annalise's anxious voice penetrated the phone. "Is there water? Bear

with the pain and rinse the wound continuously with water. As you do it, push the blood out. Let the blood flow out.

Get the police to help and take you to the nearest hospital for treatment. We'll rush over immediately." Upon

hearing Annalise's voice, the corners. of Trevor's lips could not help but curl up slightly. "Don't worry. I'm fine," he

said. "Don't make any big movements, and don't be agitated. Try to be as calm as possible. If your heart beats

slowly, your blood will slow down."

"Okay," Trevor replied. After hanging up the phone, he happened to see a police officer coming over. He

immediately asked the other party for help and to send him to the nearest hospital. The old man had already fled.

Lily received a report. "Although it didn't hit Trevor's heart, it also hit Trevor's waist." Lily was overjoyed. "Good, very

good!" Being stabbed by a poisonous fly-cutter was worse than being bitten by a poisonous snake. Trevor was

definitely going to die. Wasn't Annalise a famous doctor? She could try to save him, haha! By the time she rushed

over, even Trevor's corpse would probably be cold.