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."

so difficult for Jerome to answer the phone, Teresa said to Jerome. The landlord next to them nodded. He just felt that the girl was a good girl, considerate and

even want to think about it. If his daughter was still alive, she should

for a long time, but no one answered.

room of Enrique, the smell of alcohol was pungent. His hand had been injured for several days. The doctor said that he couldn't drink. If he

even knocked on the table or hit the wall with his injured hand. Mandy looked at the blood

Mr. Enrique had always abused his own body like this, no matter how others persuaded him. However, it seemed that it would be better if others didn't persuade him, because as long as someone persuaded him, Mr. Enrique would go

went to the hospital to see Mr. Brain and Mr. Bruce. They both lost a lot of weight. They

who saw them would feel sorry for them. The two

Seeing that his eyes were empty,

something important to tell Mr. Enrique? But Mr. Enrique looked like

was a strange number. Mandy answered the

"Hello?"

this the

was so familiar that she seemed to have heard it somewhere. However, she didn't know where she had heard this voice before

yes, Mr. Enrique. Is there a girl who

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

turned pale. 'What? How could it be Mrs. Teresa? How could it be possible? Isn't Mrs. Teresa already...?' Mandy hurriedly squatted

"Hello? ”

who answered the phone. Although she didn't know why Enrique didn't answered the phone,

the phone and heard a voice of a

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

You... Well,

drink all day long to drown his sorrows anymore. Mr. Brain and Mr. Bruce