MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

"Valerie is Savannah's cousin. Why would Savannah push Valerie down the stairs?" asked Dylan slowly.

"I don't know…" Abby swallowed, "but when I got upstairs, I heard them arguing about something... I think that Savannah got so angry that she… She pushed her!"

"Did you hear that? Valerie married Devin, and Savannah can't let it go! So she had to kill my grandson! What a wicked woman! Dylan, are you still going to protect her?" Susan took out a handkerchief and blew her nose.

If it wasn't for Dylan, she would be using physical violence against Savannah.

"I don't know why Miss White said that but did her words really count as proof?" Savannah had never known she herself was so vicious. She felt angrier than she'd ever felt before.

"What do you mean? You mean, I've wronged you? Yes, I have feelings for Dylan, and I have reason to be jealous of you – but how could I lie about such a thing? My conscience wouldn't allow it!" Abby said as her eyes widened with hurt.

Just then, the loud sound of a stick hitting the ground came, approaching them.

"Stop arguing! We're in a hospital – you are all far too loud. Do you want to let the outsiders laugh at you? Susan, you go back with Henley now! Devin will stay to take care of Valerie!" Old Sterling said in a trembling but commanding voice. He came leaning on a stick with Cooper beside him.

After taking medicine, he was still worried about his great-grandson and decided to come to the hospital.

He had almost fainted when he heard that the baby was not saved. Fortunately, Cooper managed to support him, gently lowering him into a chair.

Susan ran to old Sterling, crying, "Dad! You should avenge your great-grandson. He's dead! Dead and gone! You cannot let her get away with it easily!" She begged, glaring daggers at Savannah.

"Are you going to make me repeat myself?" Old Sterling looked at his crying daughter, coldly.

Henley quickly stepped forward to take his wife away.

Abby, with her head lowered, said good-bye and left in a hurry.

In the end, old Sterling's eyes fell on Savannah with indifference and observation, lack of his usual care, and kindness.

"Savannah, you are not as innocent as I might have originally guessed," his tone wasn't as kind as it usually was.

"Sir, I would never push Valerie down the stairs! I would never push anyone down a set of stairs!" Savannah explained, feeling frustrated. It was as though she was talking to a million brick walls – no one was listening to her, and she was tired of repeating herself!

"People change. Maybe both you and Valerie becoming part of the Sterling family is a mistake. It seems that your envy has interfered with a precarious situation," Old Sterling's eyes flickered, and his white eyebrows wrinkled tightly.

Savannah froze there, speechless. Did old Sterling think she was the murderer?

Well, the human testimony and material evidence were all there. Even she herself could not be convinced of her innocence.

Perhaps old Sterling still reserved a little affection for her.

Otherwise, he might have jumped on her like Susan had and attempted to kill her.

"Nothing is known for certain yet, Dad, it's unfair to say that," Dylan said calmly in the corridor.

"Certain? How much more certainty could you possibly need? Unfair? Oh, what about you? You are cold-blooded! The dead baby is your nephew's child, the next generation of our Sterling!" Old Sterling coughed and gasped. He became excited again when he thought of his little great-grandson. He had been looking forward to the baby for so long!

Cooper stepped forward to hold old Sterling and patted him on the back.

"Dylan, take her back first!" Old Sterling quieted down and said coldly.

Savannah didn't want to be wronged in this way. She was about to explain to old Sterling again but was led away by Dylan.

"Dylan, I'd like to explain to old Sterling myself, I don't want him to misunderstand…"Savannah struggled to take her hand from his.

"Is it useful to explain now? Go back first," Dylan soothed her with a gentle voice.

At the moment, all evidence pointed to her. No one would believe her explanation.

Besides, he was the son of old Sterling. He could feel that his father tried to restrain his anger.

Once he failed, Savannah would be decimated by his anger. There was no good in her staying here.

Savannah, with her hand, clasped tight in his, did not say anything more. She followed Dylan out of the hospital.

They returned to Beverly Hills, and Dylan parked the car and went with Savannah.

She was clearly frightened tonight, her face pale, and her body shivered in the night breeze.

He took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around her, leading this poor woman into the house.

Judy was standing at the door, waiting for them with anxiety. All she had heard was that Valerie was pushed downstairs by Savannah and had a miscarriage.

Dylan said nothing, his face blue with rage.

"I don't believe Savannah pushed someone down the stairs, and she's Savannah's cousin. How could Savannah do that? You must have been wronged, right? Savannah?" Judy said anxiously.

Dylan took Savannah to Judy. "Judy, take her upstairs to have a rest. I'm going back to the Sterling's house."

The matter would not be resolved easily.

Savannah tried to hold him back, "Is there any…trouble?"

Everyone in the Sterling's house believed that she caused Valerie to have a miscarriage.

And the unborn child was the most precious baby of the Sterling.

Would old Sterling and Susan let her off so easily?

She was still frightened of Susan's twisted face and old Sterling's indifferent gaze.

Dylan glanced at her tiny hand on his arm, his eyelashes flashing.

She was usually so stubborn, insistent that she didn't need him, that seeing her like this – so dependent on him – moved something within him. He could see that today's event really scared her, and he took her hand in his.

"I'm here."