My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 696

Sylvie brictly pondered Bruce‘s change in personality but quickly forgot all about it. After all, she had more pressing matters to worry about other than him,

Its been almost a month since I obtained a tina / was planning to seek Zayne‘s help and sly abroad quietly. Alas nyarwantilor crpoved. Smer / hair lo connections tuith the Zorgler family, there‘s no way he‘ll hein na trhonch ihr Zadar family has 17mained silenl for now, / kunto danning that I‘m nol Old Mi: Zaigler‘s granddaughter. When those who seer sucking up to the family or sccking its help see that, theyll surely be furious. My reputation will be in the

caks online. If those people go to the Zeigler residence lo demand an erplanation, and Old Mr. Zeigler gets angry and decides to pursue the matter; 17l be doomed too.

All those thoughts weighed heavily on her mind to the point that she felt suffocated.

Its so unfair‘ Ihy was I born into such a miserable life? No matter how hard I try. I can never climb to the ranks of the rich and powerful. Every day, I have to live in fear and worry about whether I can make it to the next day.

Sylvie had not truly cried ever since she was sixteen years old.

But now, the fear, anger. grievances, indignance, and other emotions she had bottled up within her burst forth, causing her eyes to well with tears.

face. There was no stopping them. and they quickly soaked through

blare of a car honking rang out that she jolted to her senses and

To the airport, please.”

Sylvie arrived at Baykeep, it was

was a rainy day at

afternoon, the skies were so dark and gloomy that it felt as though it was

makeup remover wipes to remove her rychner and bright lipstick. Then, she applied a layer

of me with Herbert, she knew very well that he was soft–hearted

had the taxi driver Op sone distance from the Zeigler residence, then chose a small path and headed toward the house that was bitumed ball winy up the mountain Glancing downward after walking tot while she suddenly lost loer lucting and tell will the hard, stone steps before

as though a car had run over her and shattered hier

was painful. There was a glazed look in her eyes as she

point of living

as she recalled her childhood. her pitiful

and slowly got