After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Aveline walked directly down.

The basement was even colder than above, and as she descended, the lights flickered on one by one. She stopped in front of a door with iron bars and frowned, "Who's in there?" "Is... is that you, Aveline?" The man's voice came out weak and frail.

Aveline could even smell a faint scent of blood.

Aveline's expression grew tense, "Who's there?"

"It's Bobby."

Aveline widened her eyes. "Bobby? Is it really you?"

She grabbed the bars and peered inside desperately, but it was pitch dark; she couldn't see anything.

I'm being tortured to death. I don't want to die.

voice was filled with pleading as

him out, but then she remembered Bobby's own father had given up on him. As an outsider, did she have the right to intervene? Aveline asked, "Did you really steal

up! I did have gambling debts,

"What really

heavy, as if speaking

driver; I don't have the authority to enter the villa. But that day, Mary asked me to deliver something to a room. When I went in, I saw things scattered everywhere,

table. Then left. A few days later, the Tudors suddenly arrested me, accusing me of stealing and selling the items, which were said to

really don't want to stay here. They're

expression was very serious. "Bobby, is everything you said

and said, "If I'm lying, I'll die

of time with him during their three years of high school. He was honest, gentle, and always willing to help. But... "How did you get into gambling?"