My ex-wife is so beautiful novel (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 753 Jared Goes to See Braylee

"Okay," Jared opened his eyes by a millimeter and said in a low voice.

Amber nodded, picked up the anti-inflammatory ointment, and began to apply the scratches on his back with the ointment.

During the application, Amber's fingers inevitably touched the whiplashes on his back.

Those whiplashes were healed, but the scars left looked like centipedes.

Looking at these scars, Amber felt very sad and was about to cry. "It was very painful, right?"

Jared knew what she was asking about. He looked at the white sheets under him and replied with a smile. "It's all over, and I made so many mistakes, so I deserve it." Jared did not answer whether it was painful or not.

After all, the answer was obvious. Just with the scars alone, it should be very painful.

However, as a man, Jared was too embarrassed to admit it.

But Jared didn't want to lie, either.

Therefore, he didn't answer this question.

Amber was amused. She said, "You don't have to blame all that on yourself."

Jared turned slightly and looked at Amber with his head supported. "I'm serious. When I was hypnotized, I made a lot of mistakes."

Amber sighed. "Makenna is to blame. She was actually able to get a hypnotist's help."

"The hypnotist was her boyfriend's brother back then," Jared said with narrowed eyes.

Amber nodded. "Elias has told me about it. He also said that the heart in your body was from the younger brother of the hypnotist."

Jared nodded. "Yes, it's from Martin."

Amber looked at Jared. "Elias said that it was really a coincidence. Your family had looked for a suitable heart for you for twenty-four years but in vain. However, when it was almost the deadline for the heart transplant, Martin died. It just so happened that his heart was suitable for you. This is very strange, so Elias has always suspected that Martin's car accident was murder. Makenna did it on purpose. It's said that you have been investigating this matter. Have you found something about it?"

Jared shook his head with a cold expression. "No, Martin's car accident happened six years ago in the suburbs. There was no surveillance, and no one even lived nearby, so it is not easy to investigate." "According to you, there is something wrong with that car accident." Amber rubbed her chin and said, "Now that the car accident happened in the suburbs with no surveillance or witness, the murderer was trying to hide what happened that day from the others."

Jared looked at Amber and chuckled. "You're right, so Martin's death must have something to do with Makenna, but no one knows where Makenna is now. Otherwise, we could interrogate her directly." Amber nodded. She said, "I also wonder where Makenna is hiding. You can't even find her!"

"Don't worry. She will show up one day if she is alive. You know how vindictive she could be, and she will definitely do something to us," Jared held Amber's little hand and said.

Amber pursed her lips. "I know, so I haven't been eager to find her, but did you tell the hypnotist that Martin's death was not an accident?"

"Not yet." Jared shook his head. "It's not too late to tell Mikel after we find Makenna. If Makenna refuses to confess, we can turn to him."

"You're right. Well, stop holding my hand. I'm applying the ointment for you." Amber stopped the topic and tried to pull out her hand, but without success.

Jared chuckled and let go of her hand.

Then, Amber continued to apply ointment to the scratches on his back.

After she finished, Jared put on his shirt and got up from the bed. "Then I'll go out."

"Okay." Amber waved her hand. "I remember you have got something to do. It's getting dark, so you should hurry up."

It was at least half-past five in the evening.

Jared looked at the time and thought he couldn't spend any more time here. He nodded. "Okay, I'll be back soon."

After kissing Amber on the face, Jared took his coat and walked out of the bedroom.

Amber touched her cheek, smiled, picked up the ointment, and took off her bathrobe with a flushed face.

Jared came to the parking lot and drove away from Kelsington Bay.

On the road, Jared made a call while driving.

Half an hour later, Jared reached the police station.

When Jared parked the car, Ben came over and opened the door for him. "Mr. Farrell."

Jared nodded, unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car, handed Ben the car key, and walked to the police station.

Ben took the key and followed behind. "By the way, Mr. Farrell, did you tell Miss Reed that you're here to see Braylee?" "No." Jared stopped. "What's wrong? Do you mean I can't tell Amber about this?"

"Yes." Ben adjusted his glasses embarrassedly. "The police told me in the morning that from what Braylee said, you had to hide it from Miss Reed if you want to see Braylee. If you tell Miss Reed about it, Braylee will not say the reason why she wants to see you. And she will make you regret it after she was released. I forgot to tell you this on the phone, and you didn't reply to my message, so I thought you didn't see it."

"I saw it." Jared narrowed his eyes.

Therefore, he didn't tell Amber that he was here to see Braylee.

"But according to you, Braylee said that she would make me regret it if I told Amber about it." Jared sneered with a cold face.

"Yes, that's what Braylee said." Ben nodded.

The sneer on Jared's face became scarier. "I'm curious how she will make me regret it. Is she still in the detention room?"

"Yes." Ben said, "The trial hasn't started, so she is held in the detention room for the time being. When she is convicted, she will be transferred to the prison."

Jared nodded. "Got it."

Without saying anything else, Jared walked straight ahead.

Soon, a police officer took Jared to the detention room.

Braylee was sitting on a chair with her hands cuffed, so she couldn't move. In the prison uniform, she looked very haggard.

After all, Braylee had been locked in the detention room for a few days. Overwhelmed by the fear of being sentenced to prison, Braylee couldn't sleep well, so she got obviously emaciated.

With a sallow face, Braylee's eye sockets were sunken. Her cheekbones were prominent. Due to the dark shadows under her eyes, she looked much older than before.

"Is this Braylee?" Ben stood behind Jared, looked through the glass at Braylee, and couldn't help exclaiming.

Jared looked back at Ben. "What are you yelling for?"

Ben said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Farrell. I was too shocked."¶¶¶¶¶¶