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Chapter 260 Mr Anthony, Please Help Me



Chapter 260 Mr Anthony, Please Help Me

Bella was lying in bed, her broken leg caused her a lot of pain.

Sarah had called the ambulance but it was still not there yet.

"Mom, my leg hurts… and I’m having a headache too," Bella cried.

Sarah noticed Bella had a fever. She hurriedly got a wet towel to put on Bella’s forehead.

"Bear with it, your dad had called the ambulance again."

Alex was annoyed, "They can’t dispatch another ambulance here? Everyone went to the pregnant

woman?"

"Go to the hospital ourselves? A fracture is not an emergency?"

Alex hung up the phone and cursed, "They must be ignoring us because we’re poor. They said the

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tonight?"

Bella cried more. Why is she so unlucky?

"Mom, I want to eat watermelon."

"Alright, I’ll cut some for you now."

Alex sighed, "Don’t worry. I’ll call a taxi now."

Their door was kicked open suddenly.

Sarah froze while holding the watermelon.

"Who are you?" Alex stepped forward.

"You’re still in the mood for watermelon? You should eat shi*t!" A man exclaimed while he kicked a

chair.

Bella knew something was up. She clung to her blanket tightly.

The crowd stared at her.

"You’re Bella?"

Bella nodded.

The man threw the tombstones at her.

"These are your doings right?"

Bella shook her head, "No. I don't understand what you're talking about!"

An old woman scolded, "Don’t pretend! You’re the one who secretly worships the bad guys that

murdered 30 people in Building 7!"

"There must be some kind of misunderstanding. We just moved here a few months ago! We don't even

know who the people you're talking about are! Our daughter is very timid. She wouldn’t do such things."

Bella’s parents clarified.

No one listened to them. A man grabbed Bella's arm and dragged her out of the room.

"Your name is on the stones and you're still denying it?"

Just because we’re poor, doesn’t mean that they could bully us. Sarah shouted, "How can you be so

sure that it's our daughter? There are so many people named Bella in this world!"

Some of the people went through the closet to find evidence of Bella’s worship. Some engaged in a

fistfight with Alex. Someone took the opportunity to slap Bella.

Bella trembled while covering her face, "It’s not me. I'm just a leukemia patient! I don't even know them.

Why would I do such a thing?"

Sarah was furious, "You guys are trespassing! I will sue you…"

"Wait!" One of the people rummaging for evidence suddenly found a report. "It stated that Bella

received a bone marrow donation. She’s indeed a leukemia patient."

The crowd was confused. Is she really a leukemia patient? If so, she had no reason to do that… Did we

make a mistake?

Bella cried, "I did not do that… I need to go to therapy every month. Our family is so poor that we often

eat leftovers. Where do we get the money to worship others?"

The crowd felt pitiful for Bella.

"My poor daughter…" Sarah sobbed.

Alex remained silent at the side.

A childish voice broke the silence, "Hi everyone. This is from the cameras." Lilly held up a USB flash

drive.

Josh plugged it into the computer.

In the video, Bella was sneaking into Building 7 with fruits and ritual papers. She would go there every

2 or 3 days. The date is clearly shown on the video and the person was definitely Bella.

Her parents were shocked. Actually, they knew the story of the bad guys, they never expected their

daughter would secretly worship them.

"No way. My daughter is weak and she struggled to go downstairs," Sarah murmured.

"She’s a kind girl. She wouldn't do such things."

Bella froze. She thought that there was no one in the building, let alone surveillance cameras.

"I… I…"

Bella suddenly saw Anthony among the crowd and she got hopeful. She cried, "Mr. Anthony, it’s not

me. I don’t know what’s going on. Please help me…"


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