Come Back to Me

'What?'

Standing outside the door, Tracy was so shocked that she took a step back, almost falling over.

"It's impossible..." Tracy shook her head and in a daze thought, 'Brody must be lying. How could my father do such a thing?'

In her eyes, her father was a highly cultured, kind, and amiable man. How could he even be capable of doing such a thing?

While Tracy's brain was doused in chaos, and before she could think clearly, the door of the study quickly opened.

She suddenly looked up at Brody's cold face and knew panic. His phone was still at his ear.

"You..." Noticing the disdainful look on his face, Tracy remained standing where she was, still stuttering.

His face remained expressionless, and his eyes were filled with a dangerous look, just like the eyes of a tiger that was ready to pounce. After staring at Tracy's confused face for a few seconds, his eyes wandered over her body again.

After a minute that was like eternity, there was only silence at the other end of the call. It was so quiet that it seemed that the call had been ended.

However, not knowing why, Tracy's heart wrenched, and she felt scared. She couldn't tell where the uneasiness and fear came from, but she instinctively felt that her cruel husband should not be so quiet as he kept staring at her.

All too soon, Tracy's instincts were proven to be right.

even now. Do you want to hear her despair and hysterical

question broke the silence and

he hadn't hung up the phone at

you..." At the same time, Horace Su's voice sounded from the other end of the phone like a car wreck.

panic, but her voice remained as soft as

that your father would hear your cries. Hence, you speak in such a low voice? Don't you want

and

fixed her eyes on him in a look filled with resentment and

the desk not far away from them and said angrily, "You dress like

into his dark eyes and unconsciously

her wrist and roughly pushed her against the corner between

over her like a wave. With a tearful face,

"Let me go… Don't..."

still couldn't

have you anytime!" he said ruthlessly,

began to weep bitterly, and she tugged imploringly at Brody's clothes with her cold and

crying did not stir

Brody's need for