Chapter 268

The last time Tyrone had met Heather, she'd been wearing a pretty attractive outfit. She'd looked beautiful and alluring.

But now, she was completely disheveled, with her face pale and her lips parched. She sat there like a little beggar.

Tyrone had never seen her in such a bad state.

He walked over to Heather, and when he looked at the woman's pale face, his expression turned dark. He pulled her into his arms. "Don't be scared, Hattie!"

Heather was dirty and stinky. However, Tyrone held her tightly, as if he didn't know how dirty she was despite his usual obsession with cleanliness. It was as if he was worried that she'd disappear the moment he let go.

Silence fell upon the room.

After a few seconds, Tyrone pulled away from Heather and looked at her, but she didn't react at all. "Heather? What's wrong?"

She said nothing. She didn't react to his embrace at all, as if she didn't know that he was here.

Something was wrong. At first, Tyrone thought Heather had been shocked. He th