Chapter 592 Poor, Blind Zachary

Lorraine screamed because she had received a firm kick in the chest.

The force from that kick was shockingly extreme, and Lorraine had such a frail body. She was sent flying away like a kite snapped from its string. Her back landed on the wall with a loud thump—that stopped her from flying any further away.

Lorraine crumpled onto the ground as blood was spurting from her mouth.

However, she did not seem to feel any pain. Instead, her pretty, limpid eyes stared at the man who had just kicked her. “Zach… It was you… Zachary… Why… You?”

“Lory…”

Zachary looked as handsome as a Greek god. His icy pupils were a mixture of guilt and concern.

Ever since his marriage to Charlotte, he would always put on a cold and distant mask on his face whenever he was with Lorraine, no matter what happened, just to make her give up on him. He never showed her his true feelings…

However, at this very moment, as he stared at Lorraine, whose chin was drenched in blood and was breathing with thin shallow