Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 918

Felipe thought Old Master Whitman was trying to delay.

He was not too short of time, however, so he walked to the front of the tablet and stretched out his hand. He really did obtain a memory card that was in a transparent bag from behind the tablet.

“This is the recording of your father’s driving on the day of the accident. You will understand everything after you watch it.”

Felipe looked at the memory card blankly, feeling a little confused for a moment.

He was in a daze for a bit before he instructed someone to bring him a laptop.

After he put in the memory card, he turned the laptop on. Soon, he heard voices that he was once most familiar with ringing from the speaker…

“Francis, don’t be impulsive, we still have Felipe! Felipe can’t live without us. Can’t you be a little soberer?” That was Felipe’s mother, and it sounded as if she was begging Felipe’s father with a trembling voice.

“Sonya, I’m really in pain. This world gives me so much pain that I don’t want to face it. Sonya, let’s leave this gloomy world together, Sonya…”

“No! Francis! Stop—”

horrified screams came a violent sound of a

done listening to this section of the recording, the gun in his hand fell to the ground. He seemed to be drained of

father’s last wish for us to send you to F Country for your studies. He had hoped that his son would do well in something that he was not able to

cared for you, even restricting your spending. It’s true that our family business is huge and you didn’t need to worry about food or clothes, but we made you work to make money on your own. All this work we put you through was with the purpose to

secretly supervising you the whole time. Every single day of your staying in F Country, there was always someone reporting your condition

back from your studies to pass you

done some illegal trades in F Country that crossed the line. It was

and gently put his hand on his shoulder. “Felipe, you still

old man said, Felipe’s tears rolled down from his

tablets in front of him, his heart feeling as

what had he been obsessed

the hatred and all the obsessions were all his

silent all this

his father was the one who killed his