Remarry My Ex-wife: Love Heals A Broken Heart

"Stop!"

Sullivan picked up the plate on the table and threw it at Patricia's head.

Although Patricia noticed a movement from the corner of her eye, she continued to stride forward without turning around.

She refused to reward their actions with any attention.

Anyway, it wasn't like she would die! With a loud crash, the plate hit Patricia's head and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Taking a look at the shattered remains of the plate on the ground and then at her father, Patricia raised her right hand to cover the back of her injured head.

Then, as if nothing had happened, she continued to walk forward, letting the blood flow along her hair to her clothes.

In a matter of moments, her white clothes were stained red with blood.

"Dad, this bitch always acts like this.Does she think no one will know what shameful things she has done if she keeps silent? You can't let her go today.You have to make her tell us who that man is! If she doesn't want to tell us, just kick her out of our house!"

Seeing that Sullivan was burning with rage, Lyndsy added fuel to the fire.

Although Patricia was facing away from Lyndsy, she knew the exact expression that was on Lyndsy's face at the moment without even looking at her.

As usual, her half-sister was cruel, vicious, and complacent.

Did Lyndsy want to grab this opportunity to drive her out of this house? Well, she would leave as long as her father asked her to! In fact, she had stayed in this house for so many years only because she wanted to stay at the home of her late grandfather.

She wanted to take every opportunity she had to feel close to him.  But in recent years, her grandfather's things had been stolen or sold off one by one by the rest of her family.

There was no trace of him left in this house anymore.

And now that the members of the Sampson family didn't want her to stay here anymore, it was meaningless for her to continue living here.

At the thought of this, Patricia suddenly stopped in her tracks.

With her left hand on her forehead and her right hand on the back of her head, she turned around and looked at Sullivan coldly, waiting for the words that he was about to say.

her stray strands

clothes cast a stark contrast to her white porcelain skin, capable of inspiring anyone to feel

all people, couldn't resist her

her, a glimmer of amazement flashed through his eyes, and

Giselle, the woman who

just like the

Sullivan for many years, so she knew

tell what he was thinking at just a

this damn man must be thinking of Patricia's bitch mother

grabbed Sullivan's arm, and pulled him

it tomorrow, okay? Look at

said, "Mom, how can you say

won't be easy to find

What if she disappears again? By then, our family's reputation will be ruined by her, won't it?" had accurately put Sullivan's worries into

rather not have a laughter like her! Tell me, what's

even ask her to bind

coldly, as if she couldn't feel

was an unnerving sight

was filled with

to do was

the happier she would be!  Dad, look, she’s acting like she's innocent.She's always

she said immediately.

a cold glance at her with

opportunity to get closer to her father and hide behind him, pretending to

she is glaring

made

woman in front of them not regret anything she had done, but she also dared to stand there

the Sampson family.  "Tell me, who is that

important of them were the last two.  A sense of bitterness

only cared about money! Her grandfather had been a very good person, so how had his son grown up to be such a despicable man?