Looking around, Francis noticed a pile of rusty steel bars and discarded bricks not far away. They were likely left over from when the highway was constructed.But that wasn't important. He picked up a brick and a long steel bar and approached the car again.He wielded the brick, smashing it against
Samantha hadn't told Francis about Kendrick's condition. She just silently held onto him. If he truly died, what would she do?At this moment, she felt lost. If the man she had hated to the core were to die like this, shouldn't she be happy? Why did she feel bad and helpless?She glanced down at her
"Mommy, Uncle Francis, you drink too." Nathan held his small orange water bottle and handed it to Samantha and Francis. He looked exceptionally adorable."I'm not thirsty. Give it to Uncle Francis." Francis must be tired from carrying Kendrick. His forehead was covered in sweat. "You drink, Nathan.
When Alexis pushed the door open, she saw Samantha was awake. She sighed in relief while complaining incessantly.Samantha understood that Alexis must have been very worried. She listened silently to her complaints and scolding, nodding repeatedly to acknowledge her fault.When her tirade finally en
The previous pain she felt had already given her a bad feeling. But now, it was as if her bad feeling had turned into reality. Alexis hesitated for a moment. She stood in front of Samantha and stuttered."Say it," Samantha suddenly demanded. Her serious expression and her icy gaze frightened Alexis
Francis frowned as he looked at Samantha. He said nothing, but his burning gaze was difficult to ignore.Nathan, who was in Samantha's arms, rubbed his eyes and said, "Mommy, I want to sleep.""Nathan, let's go rest together." Alexis went forward and carried Nathan. She was trying to give Samantha a
Lucia wasn't like Linda. She didn't use her delicate appearance to pretend to be weak. Instead, she stood before Francis firmly. She exuded a fierce energy as she sneered coldly, "Francis, you've got to be kidding me. Are you telling me that this woman is your type? She's merely a rejected item wit
"Francis, are you planning on going against me?" Chester stood up calmly as he stared at Francis intently. His gaze was icy cold and domineering, stressing Francis even more.Francis' charming face was filled with agony. He clutched his head with his hands and cried, "Dad, I don't like Lucia. I like