The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Look, this was her mother who could do this just for getting much money from her. Money was indeed the root of all evil.

Chloe Malan looked at the woman in front of her coldly. The woman was crying really poorly. The first time she cried so much in front of her, she almost felt softhearted. But now, even if she was accused by the public, even if others threw bottles to her when she was on the stage, she would be tough. The banknotes in her hand were torn off one by one, torn into pieces. She threw them into the air, falling down like snow.

Others were shocked. Aoba Hoyle's angry voice sounded, "How can you be like this? She is your mother anyway."

Chloe Malan watched him walk out from the crowd. He helped up the woman on the ground, and then approached her, as if she had done something heinous. His eyes which she originally felt sexy fixed on her indifferently.

Yes, she and he were not familiar. What happened yesterday was just an accident. Was it possible to expect this stranger to understand her? She smiled, but tears almost came out, "My mother? Is she worthy of being my mother?"

Aoba Hoyle shook his head, seemingly regretful, "It seems I really don't understand you."

Did he make an error of judgement? This woman was not kind? But she seemed to

eight or nine hundred thousand to you. Mom, my dear mother, I call you mom for the last time. I got divorced with the Lynn family. I left the family without bringing any money. You think I’m a burden. You feel shame on me. I can’t give you any benefits, so you threatened me to sever the relationship with me and kick me out of the house. You are so lazy and have a profligate

The woman who was making noise just now paled. It turned out that all the accusations were

Malan raised her head, blinked her eyes vigorously, then rushed

pain compare to the pain in her heart? Who was really willing to break with his parents?

the extreme and turned into despair, how could she

faster. She had told herself that she would no longer shed a

stop. How could she perform when she was in so bad mood?

She didn’t feel the painful in her ankle. She fell heavily to

left, Aoba Hoyle grabbed the woman who made noise but wanted to

fist, she thought that he was going to hit her. She hugged her head with guilty fright, "Don't hit me. Don't

woman, but looking at her about the same age as his mother, he gritted his teeth, put his fist down, pushed her