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.

stray

the trail of blood flowing down her face and her clothes cast a stark contrast to her white

all people, couldn't resist her

amazement flashed

immediately thought of Giselle, the woman who had been

looked just

with Sullivan for many years, so

what he was thinking at just

instantly knew that this damn man must be thinking of Patricia's

arm, and pulled him back

"Sullivan, let's talk about it tomorrow, okay? Look at Patricia's

you say that?

easy to find her again

if she disappears again? By then, our family's reputation will

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

now had vanished into thin air.He didn't even ask her to bind up the wound, ut cut straight to the question that

she couldn't feel he

an unnerving

Lyndsy was filled with

wanted to do was

the happier she would be!  Dad, look, she’s acting like she's

she said immediately.

just cast a cold glance at her with her

her father and hide behind him, pretending to

look, she is glaring

Lyndsy said made Sullivan even

front of them not regret anything she had done, but she also dared to

the Sampson family.  "Tell me, who is that man? Is that why Zac divorced you? How much did Zac give you for the divorce? How much money are you hiding from

a series of questions, but in his eyes, the most important of them were the last two.  A sense

her father 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? Thinking of her grandfather, Patricia