Remarry My Ex-wife: Love Heals A Broken Heart

Patricia had never been close to her father, not even when she was a child.

Therefore, she thought that she was indifferent to him, but now, when she heard him talk about her like she was an object, her heart ached.  It seemed that there was no one in the world that really cared for her or her feelings.

With a bitter smile at the corners of her mouth, Patricia turned around to leave, but her father grabbed her wrist and said, "Let's go to the Reynolds family's house and ask them to settle this matter! I want to see if they have the nerve to let you give up your share of the assets!"

Patricia's lips curled in disgust.

She wanted to shake off her father's hand, but his grip was too strong.

Yolanda, who had also risen to her feet, hurried over.

"Honey, don't push Patricia.I'm sure she feels bad about it.Let's talk about this later, okay?"

 "Don't put on an act here," Patricia said harshly.

She was even more annoyed after hearing Yolanda's words.

She had had enough of putting up with this woman's antics.

"What did you say? Do you dare to say that again? She is your mother! How dare you talk to her like that?"

Sullivan was trembling with anger.

He was already mad at his daughter, but she had gone too far by attacking Yolanda, so he stared at her as if she was his enemy.

"Let go of me! I can handle my own affairs.It's none of your business,"

Patricia roared impatiently.

"It's none of my business? Do you think you'd be standing in this house today if I thought your affairs were none of my business? I have always been worried about you.But what about you? What's your role in this family? All you do is make trouble for everyone!"

The more Sullivan thought of the past, the angrier he became.

"Let me tell you, Patricia.If it weren't for you, my father wouldn't have died! You're the one who killed him!"

At the mention of her grandfather, Patricia's heart ached again.

Her grandfather's face instantly appeared in her mind, like she had only seen him yesterday.

When she was a child, her parents had gotten divorced, and her mother had been forced to leave the family.

After that, Patricia had spent most of her time with her grandfather.

them kept each other company,

had cried and begged for her

fault for not discovering her grandfather's illness in time.At that time, she

was bad enough that she had lost the person closest to her, but on top of that,

helplessly, but no one cared about

Even now, Patricia missed her grandfather so much

because of her father’s unjust

"Let me go!"

shouted at her

she used all her strength and finally

her vision, she turned around and ran to the door as if

grandfather's death, she felt

could barely see

the door, she bumped into a tall

head to look at the person who was

eyes, but she recognized him at

took a step back, wishing she could disappear

want him to see her in such a

forward, however, Zac grabbed her wrist and

"Where are you going?"

it seemed to be mixed with a trace of pity and warmth, which made

know whether it was just

indifference on his

was the one who had wanted

pity on

of things that

Patricia felt

brought her things here because he didn't want to see

comfortable and relaxed with his hand on her wrist?  ‘Patricia, are you

she regained her composure and looked

can

her face, Zac had an indescribable feeling come

like regret, mixed with sympathy.  Patricia's beautiful eyes were as red as a rabbit's eyes at the moment, and her eyelashes were wet with

at the corners of her mouth

"You..."

he was

you here? Come on

saw Zac, there was a 180-degree

in his tone or