Desires Die Hard

Chapter 879 He Would Rather Have Never Been To This World

"This is the last time I come to see you," Raymond gazed at him disappointedly. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Eudora crying by the window.

He frowned and said, "It's never too late to stop."

"Why would I stop?" Cohen forced a smile and derided. Overshadowed by April's dark cloud, his clean, handsome face mixed with loneliness and abomination.

"Who do you think you are to stop me?" Cohen mocked.

His taunt didn't annoy Raymond, but reminded Raymond of his mental problem - having a childhood filled with mental and physical torment, although he was tough enough to survive, his mind was destroyed.

"Cohen, let's find you a psychologist first," Raymond said with sympathy for his past, "then turn yourself in and apologize to Paula, Anya, and Evan."

"You may be given a second chance."

Cohen thought, A second chance?

High-born people like you can never understand how miserable my life is.

What a joke!

such thing as a

new life with Eudora in Foxville if they let me, but turning myself in

can't persuade me, just go," Cohen

him, so Raymond just warned him, "You can leave, with the condition that Eudora will stay. Evan will dig you out wherever you go

have to be like this?"

didn't care what consequences were waiting for him. Cohen said and laughed grimly, "Does it have to be so hard for me to have

afraid

anger on his pretty face. Cohen's words broke his good

lifted his fist and

then looked at Raymond in

he knew would never hit

his hand and gnashed his teeth in anger, "Cohen, Paula is still under intensive care. Have you

done in some days. But now I see no sign of regret or remorse on

never take Eudora unless you kill me, like what you have

stared at Raymond coldly with his hand on his cheek, which was hurt because of the

The air seemed frozen.

a while, Cohen laughed and said with a sense of self-mockery,

felt so since he

enjoyed his life, with a drunken father venting his anger on him, beating and strapping him loads