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.

each other company, but not

cried and begged for her grandfather to

her, thinking that it was her fault for not discovering

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

helplessly, but no

missed

aggrieved because of her father’s

"Let me go!"

she shouted at her

strength and finally

vision, she turned around and ran to the door

grandfather's death, she felt so suffocated that she wanted to flee the

flustered that she could barely

reached the door, she bumped into a tall man’s

to look at the person who

her eyes, but she recognized him at a

step back, wishing she could disappear on

want him to see her in such a state

took a step forward,

"Where are you going?"

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

wanted to know whether it was just

the indifference on his face, she felt like

the one who had wanted

have any pity on

suitcase of things that she had left

Patricia

things here because he didn't want

  ‘Patricia, are you really that desperate for love?’ She asked herself with a bitter smile

she regained her composure and

you.You can

tears on her face, Zac had an indescribable feeling come

eyes were as red as a rabbit's eyes at the moment, and her eyelashes were wet

the smile at the corners of her mouth would make anyone feel inexplicably

"You..."

opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted

are you here? Come on

Zac, there was

no anger in his tone or