The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 272

Fion snorted coldly, turned around, and walked into the bedroom.

The matter seemed to have no room for negotiation.

Willow was extremely embarrassed and felt a bit resentful towards Sean in her heart.

Sean, who never liked explaining himself, could not give Willow a satisfactory reason for hist actions.

Time quietly flew by like quicksand brushing against the tips of one’s fingers.

In a blink of an eye, two days came and went.

Today was the day Sean would be driven out of the Quinn Residence.

They did not know where Simon and Faye had gotten the news from.

The pair rushed over to prepare to watch it with their own eyes, the scene of Sean being driven out of the Quinn Residence.

“Hehe, the cripple will roll out of this door like a bereaved dog in just a minute. Haha!”

Simon laughed loudly as he sat in the car.

“The Quinn family has become the punchline of countless people’s jokes because of that cripple.

“Willow is all to blame for not loving herself and insisting on allowing a cripple to stay in the Quinn Residence.

“She doesn’t feel shameless despite the Quinn family feeling embarrassed about it!”

Faye snorted coldly. She was extremely happy.

so right! Now the cripple is finally

“Do

cry bitterly later and beg us not to

loudly as if imagining the scene

the room, Fion sat with

Sean out of her house but had been stopped

happened, it was a fact that Sean

Willow could not defend

certainty that Sean was going to be

in her heart, and she thought

worth it!

about to be completely extracted. It would

you

Sean’s things in his room. She felt extremely

“It’s pointless to apologize.

is something they’ve been planning

smiled bitterly.

to be dragged out forever. It was better to face certain things as soon

there were certain things he would be able to do with far fewer

let out

your bag, hold

a property rental company and found you a place to

of you, and I’ll

3)

Tears flickered in her eyes and she kept telling Sean what

could not stop worrying about Sean.

okay, I’ve got my own