His enemies had also kidnapped the pregnant Sophia Williams.
This time, Jack Sullivan was like a clay Buddha crossing a river – barely able to save himself.
The last time I saw him was on the eve of my wedding to Ethan. He once again blocked my car.
It felt like a lifetime ago. He was once again covered in injuries.
“Mia Coleman, listen to me.”
“Uncle Tom, drive on.”
He desperately knocked on the car window.
I slowly rolled down the window.
“Mia, Sophia and I were a mistake. She seduced me deliberately. The child in her belly isn’t even mine. Now I’ve finally realized my true feelings. You’re the one in my heart. Can we stop fighting? I know you can’t possibly love anyone else.”
“Aren’t you being a bit presumptuous?”
My tone was cold. Even looking at him for one more second made me sick.
“No, I know you still love me. Otherwise, why would you find someone from the Guthrie family, my sworn enemy, to upset me?”
“Do you think I have nothing better to do than try to upset you all day? You’re really underestimating me.”
“We’re divorced, Jack Sullivan. Don’t appear in front of me again.”
I was about to leave without mercy when Jack Sullivan said in a choked voice:
“Mia, is there really no way back for us?”
I rolled up the window.
26
Later, I heard that the kidnappers had killed Sophia Williams.
And Jack Sullivan was arrested on suspicion of economic crimes.
This outcome was what they deserved.
8:31 AM M
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Ethan refused to move into my mansion no matter what.
Despite his young age, he was very traditional in this aspect.
“Big sis, although the Guthrie family isn’t as rich as the Coleman family, we’re not poor either.“”
Unable to persuade him, I moved into the large apartment he had just bought.
He embraced me from behind, his voice lazy.
“From now on, you don’t need to give anything. Just let me love you.”
The night outside was deep, but my heart was incredibly soft.
Someone who truly loves you will never want to see you suffer.
Ethan took me to a mysterious place.
It was the residential compound where I had lived as a child.
I looked at him, somewhat confused:
“Why did you bring me here?”
There was still a dilapidated merry–go–round in the yard, bringing back faint childhood memories.
“Do you remember when you were eight years old, you saw a little boy being bullied here? You raised your arm and scared away those bad
kids.”
I tried hard to remember.
“The little boy I saved then was our neighbor, Little Stone. Of course I remember.”
Ethan chuckled softly: “Thank you, big sis.”
Looking at his face, I suddenly realized.
I exclaimed: “You’re Little Stone!”
He nodded.
Back then, his parents were often busy outside, leaving him alone and frequently bullied.
I had saved him several times.
