Chapter 37 He Actually Cares Deeply for His Wife

The men looked up and exchanged glances before their gazes landed on Catherine. The ringleader untied the rope around her legs and stared at her. "I'll take you to the hospital. But remember what you promised." "I won't hold you responsible…" She was in so much pain that she couldn't even stand. The sound of her breathing was even louder than her words. Her vision blurred into waves of black once she was in the car. She would have already fainted if not for her sheer willpower. Her entire body was soaked in sweat. On the way, she heard the middle-aged man answering a call. "The person's already dead. Transfer the money to me first." "Don't worry. You'll get your share." The familiar voice jolted Catherine awake. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably. It was Michelle. So it really was her! She wanted her dead. … Meanwhile, Michelle set her phone down and poured a glass of wine before walking toward Harry. "Harry, let's go home early and rest. You still need to attend my art