Chapter 350 Mary, Only You Can Help Me
Mary was startled. "Are you out of your mind?"
Matthew stared at her and said, "I was wondering why you kept screaming for help."
Mary rolled her eyes unceremoniously. "Try being pinned down all night!"
Hearing this, Matthew raised an eyebrow and suddenly flipped her over.
Now, she was on top of him.
Matthew jostled her a bit. "You're not that heavy."
Mary's face immediately turned red from the jostling. She hit him hard and then struggled to get up.
She had been pinned down all night, and her whole body was sore and uncomfortable!
Watching her twist her neck and waist as she entered the restroom, a faint smile appeared on Matthew's handsome face, and he felt very pleased!
Just then, a phone rang. Matthew picked it up and saw the name Mark Wright on the screen.
"Your phone," He said in a deep voice.
Mary came out, still holding a toothbrush, and answered the call, "Hello, Mark, what's up?"
"Mary, I'm really at my wit's end. Can you help me?" As soon as the call connected, Mark's weary and trembling voice came through, the voice of a helpless middle-aged man.
Mary was taken aback and quickly asked, "Mark, what's going on? Take your time and tell me."
Mark said, "I'm in Lindwood City. It's too complicated to explain over the phone. Where are you? Can I come to you?"
Mary agreed. "Okay."
She asked for Mark's current location, then hung up and quickly started getting ready.
Matthew sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes dark as he watched her. "What's going on?"
Mary said, "It's none of your business."
Matthew's face turned grim and he wondered, 'I am her husband! She is in trouble, and this is her attitude!'
But Mary had no time to care about his feelings. She grabbed her keys, pulled him up, and headed out the door.
"I'm leaving." She locked the door and didn't care about Matthew.
Standing in the hallway, Matthew's face grew even darker.
He hadn't even washed up before she kicked him out.
He took out his phone and called Sam. "Follow her and see what's going on."
Sam replied, "Yes."
Mark was staying in a very cheap motel. When he saw Mary, he said excitedly, "Mary, you're the only one who can help me now!"
Mary calmed him down. "Mark, don't worry. Take your time and tell me."
Sitting on the bed, Mark sighed heavily and said, "It's my son, Gerald Wright. He works as a driver for a wealthy family. But a few days ago, I suddenly received photos of him beaten and covered in blood. I called to ask, but they said Gerald stole something very valuable, and they want to press charges and send him to jail!"
He took out his phone and showed Mary the photos. "Mary, Gerald isn't like that. He's honest and straightforward. There's no way he would steal from his employer. There must be some misunderstanding. But when I went to that house, they wouldn't let me in or let me see Gerald. I even thought about calling the cop, but I didn't dare because they have evidence of Gerald stealing. If I call the cop, Gerald's life will be ruined!"
Mary took the phone and saw Gerald tied up and thrown on a concrete floor, his face bruised and covered in blood.
She frowned and asked, "Then why didn't they just take Gerald to the cop station?"
Instead, they beat him up and sent Mark these photos.
