Sweet Revenge

Chapter 579 You Are Not Paisley

When Bridger arrived at the door, he hesitated for a moment. Bridger held the key and did not dare to open the door. Once the door was opened, would there be an explosion inside? Did Paisley try to kill him? Could there be a vicious dog hiding inside ready to bite him to death? Could there be a corpse hidden inside? And was he here to be the scapegoat?

In an instant, many terrifying thoughts popped up in his mind, and he suddenly felt like he wanted to turn around and leave.

However, there seemed to be a root under his feet. He was already here. If he turned around and left, he would have nowhere to go. Bridger held the key and looked at the door, thinking about his current situation. Even if he died, it would be better than struggling to survive. He gritted his teeth and decisively opened the door.

Unexpectedly, the apartment was particularly quiet. Nothing happened, but it was dark. Bridger reached out to touch the switch on the wall. The lights were on, and there were no horrible things. It was just an ordinary apartment.

There was only basic furniture, not even a TV. There was a sofa, a table, and a chair. When he entered the bedroom, he saw that there was a bed inside.

He had never seen such a crude apartment. It seemed to have no other use than for sleeping. There were no kitchen tools, no refrigerator, or washing machine.

However, it was already a very good place for him right now.

Bridger closed the door and walked around the room twice. He found that this was an ordinary one-bedroom apartment. There was also a bathroom. At least, it could shelter him from the wind and rain. It was better than wandering outside.

Bridger relaxed, and he immediately became sleepy. He took off his dirty jacket and went to the bathroom to wash his face. He lay down on the bed and soon fell into a deep

sleep.

In the dream, Simon was coldly mocking him. The other relatives were laughing at him. The friends who had played with him before had also distanced themselves from him and mocked him. He seemed to be surrounded by fog. Bridger opened his mouth and

wanted to call out but could not make a sound. When he was sweating anxiously, he

suddenly saw his mother.

“Mom, tell them that I am your biological son, and I am the son of the Palmer family! How can I not be? That appraisal report must have been forged by Simon, right? Tell them!” Bridger said anxiously, kneeling on the ground and holding his mother’s thigh.

was a faint smile on her face. She reached out a hand and stroked his cheek. Her gaze was so

and kicked him hard. “Get lost! You are not my biological son at

screamed desperately, and then he woke

opened his eyes and gasped for breath. Before he came back to his senses, he was still immersed in that nightmare. For a

or reality.

was covered in sweat. This nightmare was so real that he

breathe.

Bridger turned his head to look, only to find Paisley sitting on the

reached out to him, seemingly wanting to touch his

and instinctively shrank back as he was afraid that she

him.

hurt you. I just want to

put down

He supported his head with one hand and looked very

he used to be. At

looked weak and helpless as if he had been abandoned by

joy before, but Mallory

in him.

was still

to go.

It’s all in the past. You still have me,” She

Bridger was confused.

thin fingers with slightly protruding knuckles and fair skin. He could even see her blue veins. He suddenly felt something

startled, but she did not retract her hand and allowed him to grab

other hand. Then, he rubbed her fingertips and palms and pinched her hands. His mind was in chaos, but he suddenly thought of something