And let’s not say Sandra’s analysis is right, but it is true that he has harmed her.
Because Sandra used her looks like Adriana to get close to her, the story made the news that day.
If I’m not mistaken, it was Lynn who read the news and found Sandra, who then framed Adriana for the incident and stirred up the relationship.
He pulled out his phone, opened a photo, and walked over to Sandra, “Was it her that did this to you?”
Sandra, who was crying, looked up at the woman in his phone and her eyes widened, “That’s her, that’s her, that’s the person who ruined my face, that’s her!”
How is it possible to not remember when faced with someone who has destroyed her?
Sandra’s identification did not surprise Raylan, rather everything was expected.
He took his phone and flipped out a few more photos and handed them to Sandra for her to see, “This is a photo of me and him fifteen years ago when she was young and we were close; this is a photo of her eighteenth birthday when I celebrated her birthday; and this is a photo of her twenty-two years old, a photo of us together.”
A few photos to prove that there is not even the slightest trace of synthesis.
Sandra was dumbfounded and sat on the bed as if her soul had been stripped from her.
“Her name is Lynn, and I am a family member, and also, she is my fiancée. If you don’t believe me, you can ask someone to check it out.”
Raylan has always been a man of few words, and now if it weren’t for Adriana, he wouldn’t have had to explain so much to Sandra.
But now, seeing a woman exactly like Adriana standing in front of her, just staring at her with a kind of nervousness and heartbeat of seeing Adriana, how can we not feel sorry for what happened to her?
Love for the house should also describe Raylan at this time.
“It’s you? So it’s really because of you?”
The sudden news is too much for Sandra to accept, she grabbed Raylan’s lapel and shook it like crazy, “Bastard, it’s all you, bastard, bastard, I’ll kill you, you compensate my face, compensate my hands, compensate my youth, oooh … ”
No one can relate to Sandra now.
It was only years ago that I had a facelift, and it was so hard to get back to a normal life, and now I’m disfigured.
Does her whole life seem to be inextricably linked to plastic surgery?
Is God so unfair?
Raylan didn’t struggle, didn’t resist, let her keep tapping on his chest until his gauze-wrapped fingers spilled blood stains, then he spoke, “Your hand is bleeding.”
“Whoops … my hand is ruined, what’s the use of talking about that now?”
Because Sandra woke up not long after the accident, she immediately called 120, so her finger was attached.
But the finger is broken is broken, even if it is connected, but also can not restore the once free movement.
More important is the face, the face can be plastic surgery.
But the kind of pain of plastic surgery was too much for her to experience.
“The hand will not affect your life too much, as for your face, I will send you to the best plastic surgery hospital to ensure your recovery. sandra, what you need to do now is to come forward and clarify that this matter was not done by Adriana.”
Raylan made his request.
Sandra, who was crying incessantly, stiffened when she heard Raylan’s words, and even the tears were hanging on her eyes.
Ryoko, looking up, asked incredulously, “What did you … you say?”
She felt she was hallucinating.
“I say you come forward and clarify that this has nothing to do with Adriana, and I’ll give you a fortune for the rest of your life.”
“Oh, do you rich people like to settle everything with money?”
Sandra laughed, a morose smile with desperate pain.
“You approached me with every intention, dare you say it’s not for money? It’s just a fair deal. It doesn’t matter if you don’t come forward, things will come to light just the same, and you won’t get a dime by then.”
The money was given out of sympathy, but now Sandra’s reaction made Raylan feel like he didn’t want to give her a penny.
Sandra is a smart person, thinking left and right, she thinks Raylan is right.
How can she fight with Adriana alone?
“Fifty million.”
After thinking about it for a while she gave a number.
“Rather greedy.”
Raylan smiled sarcastically, “Up to 20 million. I want to see the news by tomorrow morning, or you won’t get a penny.”
“So does your promise to send me to get a facelift count?”
Her face is now so bad that it is not at all easy to fix it, and the whole process will cost a lot of money.
“Hmm.”
As the last word from Raylan trailed off, he was already out of the room.
Sandra is upset that her face is ruined, but at the same time, she is glad that she has Raylan to rely on, so she can get the money for the plastic surgery and leave.
It really doesn’t seem like Waverly is the right person for her to stay.
After sitting in the room for a while, lamenting about life for a while, I eventually laid down on the bed to rest because my face hurt too much and my hands hurt too much.
Who knows, she just lay down not long after the ward door opened.
A man walked in and stood in front of her.
Sandra looked at the visitor and frowned, her mind quickly thinking about the person in front of her while asking, “Are you … you … Brenden?”
Although not very familiar with Brenden, I have seen Brenden meet with Theresa before and have seen Brenden on TV.
Somewhat unfamiliar, yet recognizable.
Brenden, in his suit, closed the door of the ward, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and grew a beard to show the sexy charm of the man who, despite being close to forty, has a unique mature sexiness, charm, and can’t take his eyes off it.
Sandra has met many handsome men, such as Peter, Raylan, Alvin, Edward and Brenden.
Their styles are particularly different, Peter is ascetic; Raylan is the kind of evil demon; Alvin is a gentleman’s style; and Edward is high and cold and evil in one.
Brenden is the only handsome uncle type, and Raylan’s brother Lane’s style is very similar, all grow a short beard, with a different temperament of mature and handsome.
Sandra is also a nymphomaniac type, and when she saw Raylan she was first overwhelmed by his face, and then it dawned on her, “What are you doing in my ward?”
Brenden, dressed in a silver-grey suit, hands in his pockets, looked down at him and shook his head, “Sandra?”
Calling her name word by word, he could not help but feel, “Tsk … a good face, so beautiful and pretty, how did it end up in this situation? It’s really saddening.”
“Do I know you well? My business has nothing to do with you, please get out.”
In her own protection, Sandra instinctively felt that he was not a good person and subconsciously wanted to drive him out.
But Brenden is not someone who can just be driven away?
Turn around and walk to the side of the sofa to sit down, legs folded, crossed fingers placed between the belly, “to make a deal with you, there is no interest?”