Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 432

“Y-You monster! Is that why you’ve been treating me well all this while? So you could avenge Bianca?” Scarlett’s legs were shaking as the sudden realization dawned upon her.

“My, aren’t you a smart one, Ms. Yancey?” Wyatt walked up to her. “It’s too bad your father isn’t as lucky as you are. He didn’t even know how he died.”

Scarlett nearly let out a scream when she heard that. “You mean he didn’t die in a car accident? You were the one who killed him?” she asked in a trembling voice.

“Nonsense! I’m a law-abiding citizen! I would never do something illegal like that!”

“You’re a monster, Wyatt! Give me back my father!” Scarlett screamed at the top of her lungs while pounding against Wyatt’s chest, only to have Wyatt shove her to the floor.

Enraged, Scarlett scrambled to her feet and charged at Wyatt a second time.

Wyatt sent her flying backward with a swift kick to the stomach.

Scarlett screamed as she doubled over and trembled in pain.

Wyatt stared her down before making his way to his desk. He made a call using the telephone and said, “Send two security guards over to my office. There’s a piece of trash here that needs to be taken out.”

Three minutes later, two burly security guards arrived at the CEO’s office and dragged Scarlett out of there.

After that, Wyatt returned to his seat and carried on working as though nothing had happened.

He was busy going through his documents when his phone started ringing all of a sudden.

A glance at the caller ID revealed that it was a call from the housekeeper at Zenisan Villa.

“What is it?”

“Will you be coming home tonight, Mr. Lopez? Ms. Marsh’s morning sickness has worsened lately. She’s vomiting everything she eats. The doctor came over to examine her earlier. He said she needs to eat no matter what, or the baby—”

The look in Wyatt’s eyes grew cold as he shouted, “Then feed her again! What, am I not paying you all enough to prepare more meals?”

is enough, but Ms. Marsh vomits the food seconds after eating it. There’s not much we

Wyatt

As he glanced at his watch and saw that it was five

way to the underground parking lot, Wyatt sent a text asking the other party to upload

was already dark by the time he arrived

saw no sign of Jessica. “Did she not come downstairs today?” he asked the

the afternoon when the weather was great. She went back upstairs at

expression grew even colder after

the food. I’ll bring it upstairs myself,” he said while

“Right away, Sir.”

housekeepers quickly plated the food and handed

held their breaths anxiously as they watched him

his way up to the third

who was sitting by the window, the moment he entered

a book. Her hands were so skinny that they looked as

down on the table, pulled up a chair, and sat down in front of

her head low and ignored him as she continued

away and tossed it onto the couch. He blew

she lowered her

that same blank look on her face as he

she burned her drawing, Jessica rarely

even if he didn’t confine her to it. Most of the time, she would be either reading a book or staring blankly out the window. Even when sleeping together, Wyatt felt

when Jessica frowned all of a sudden. She held a hand over her mouth, ran toward the bathroom,

of the bathroom moments later. It pained Wyatt to see her

overseas next week. Would you prefer to travel by sea or by plane? Are there

Jessica did not respond.

felt incredibly irritated when he

onto the carpet, and yelled, “I’ve already apologized to you and provided jobs to the family members of that housekeeper. What more

anywhere. You want this child, so I’ll give birth to this child and leave you for good,”