One Meet By Chance

Tristan didn't put his phone beside him. His phone rang, but he didn't hear it. In the room, Lena had a cold face. No matter what Tristan said, she didn't want to speak.

"Lena, say something to me? Even if I was wrong, I did it for you and our child. Why can't you understand me?"

Tristan stood beside Lena. He was so tired that he had to deal with everything in the company since Jerome was not here. He didn't even have time to sleep after he finished his work. He still wanted to accompany her.

But no matter how to explain, Lena just ignored him, which made him really... And now Lena was sitting on the sofa.

She reached out and touched her belly. 'Did you hear that? My child. This is your father. This is your irresponsible father. What did he say? Even if he was wrong?'

He was wrong. How could he say that even if he was wrong? Was she making trouble out of nothing? He didn't tell her about the truth of Abby. He could still be so confident and think that even if he was wrong, he was for her own good.

"Forget it. I don't want to explain anymore. I'm tired. You can think whatever you want."

Tristan turned around and walked out of the room. He took his suit and walked out. He didn't want to stay in this suffocating home anymore. In his wife's heart, there was only her dead sister.

Maybe in her eyes, he was nothing. Once he was in a bad mood, all the negative emotions would come to his mind.

Tristan didn't want to go to the company. He wanted to be alone. On the other side, Jerome frowned. He had called for a long time, but Tristan didn't answer.

"What's wrong, brother? Didn't anyone answer it?"

Seeing the frown on Jerome's face, Teresa guessed that he might not be able to get in touch with Tristan. Without saying anything, Jerome called the company again, but it was still his assistant who answered the phone.

"Help me find the phone number of Enrique or Mr. Albert..."

After a short while, his assistant told the phone numbers to him on the other end of the phone. Teresa took the phone and recorded the phone number. She got two phone number from Jerome's assistant. She didn't know which one was Enrique's and which one was Albert's.

"Brother, let me call."

difficult for Jerome to answer the phone, Teresa said to Jerome. The landlord next to them nodded. He just felt that the girl

the landlord's eyes turned red. He didn't even want to think about it. If his daughter was still alive, she should have grown up

phone numbers. It rang for a long time, but no one answered. Teresa frowned. Why didn't these people answer the

the smell of alcohol was pungent. His hand had been injured for several days. The doctor said that he couldn't drink. If he kept drinking like this, the wound would not only heal very slowly, but

didn't listen to the doctor. He even knocked on the table or hit the wall with his injured hand. Mandy looked at the blood marks on the

passed away, Mr. Enrique had always abused his own body like this, no matter how others persuaded him. However, it seemed

hospital to see Mr. Brain and Mr. Bruce. They both lost a lot

would feel sorry for them. The two children

rang. Mandy stood beside Enrique. Seeing that his eyes were empty, Mandy looked at him and then

But Mr. Enrique looked like this right now. Mandy sighed and reached

was a strange number. Mandy

"Hello?"

the phone

have heard it somewhere. However, she didn't know where she had heard this voice before for the time

yes, Mr. Enrique. Is there a girl who

frightened that her phone fell to the ground. After hearing the word Mrs. Teresa, Enrique, who was leaning

turned pale. 'What? How could it be Mrs. Teresa? How could it be possible? Isn't Mrs. Teresa already...?' Mandy hurriedly squatted down and picked up the phone. She put the phone on her

"Hello? ”

be Mandy who answered the phone. Although she didn't know why Enrique didn't answered the phone, it was obvious that

other end of the line thought she was dead. Suddenly, one day, she picked up the phone and heard a voice of a dead person. It was

Mandy? Don't be afraid. I'm Teresa. I'm not dead. Don't be afraid. Give

You... Well, well,

tears and thought, 'Well, it is so great. Mr. Enrique won't drink all day long to drown his sorrows anymore. Mr.