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."

This woman was not

tell you no matter I have money or no money, I will never give you and my so-called father a penny in the future. I would rather give it to beggars on the street or torn to pieces, but I won’t give you any more. So, please stop letting me marry a rich man. Please stop performing this kind of the show on the street. Is my father sick or not? I have already asked the doctor. He is in good health. He won’t die. During the past years, even if you didn’t get millions of money from me, but I almost gave 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

making noise just now paled. It turned out that all the accusations were targeted at

her head, blinked her eyes vigorously, then rushed away from the crowd. She walked fast, leaving a sympathetic

fall, but how could this pain compare to the pain in her heart? Who was

been disappointed to the extreme and turned into despair, how could she

faster and faster. She had told herself that she would no longer shed a tear for such family members, but she was really sad now.

Waittingbar, she didn't stop. How could she perform when she

until she lost her strength. She didn’t feel the painful in her ankle. She

wanted to sneak away, and asked fiercely, "Is what she said just now is true?"

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

put his fist down, pushed her aside with a cold snort. Then he pushed aside the