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?”

after eating it. There’s not much we can do

head over tonight!” Wyatt then hung up

glanced at his watch and

the other party

the time

he entered the house and saw no sign of Jessica. “Did she not

some time in the garden in the afternoon when the weather was great. She went back upstairs at three and never came down after that,”

grew even colder after he heard

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

“Right away, Sir.”

plated the food

of them held their breaths anxiously as they watched him bring it

up to the third floor and opened

sitting by the window, the moment he entered

set of gray loungewear and was focused on reading a book. Her hands were so skinny that they looked as though they would snap from a gentle

on the table, pulled up a chair, and

ignored him as she

tossed it onto the couch. He blew on a spoonful of soup

lowered her

on her face as he continued

her drawing,

always remained on the third floor, 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 little to no

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

was a little pale when she stepped out of the bathroom moments later. It pained Wyatt to see her suffering so

you overseas next week. Would you prefer to

Jessica did not respond.

he

carpet, and yelled, “I’ve already apologized to you and provided jobs to the family members of that housekeeper. What more do you f*cking want from me? Why are you being so cold to me?” He

I’ll give birth to