Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 166

Sure enough, in this world, broken mirrors cannot be reunited.

She also didn’t know why Finley thought of renovating the Campbell Family’s main house. She vaguely felt that it was to make up for something, could it be to make up for herself?

There was bitterness in Sofia’s eyes, could the relationship be the same after making up for it?

She hadn’t slept well for several days, and was a little tired after running around a few times. She turned around and closed the curtains to block the setting sun outside, and fell asleep on the bed in the guest bedroom.

This time, it was a nightmare again. It was still the bloody father, the unborn child, and the younger brother who was hiding in the mist and couldn’t see clearly.

“Dad! Brother!!”

Sofia saw in her sleep that she couldn’t grasp the hands of her relatives, so she stretched out her hands desperately to grab them.

A very real touch came, and she grabbed a very familiar big hand, with well–defined joints, but a little bit of ice.

This cold feeling brought Sofia back to reality from her sleep.

She hurriedly opened her eyes, and found that at some point Finley had returned to Sierra Villa, and had pulled a single fabric chair to sit beside her bed.

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bent down and was very close to her, feeling as if he was going to hold her in his arms

and Finley straightened up quickly, with a somewhat bewildered

faint smell of alcohol on his body. There was no overhead light in the room, only the small wall lamp on the wall, emitting a faint yellow

and he fixedly looked at Sofia, not even pulling away the hand that

let go of Finley’s

sat up propped

face, trying to wipe away the tears left on Sofia’s cheeks after

either, resisting any physical contact from

touched the cigarette case he

on his knees unnaturally, and fixedly looked at Sofia: “Did you have

an irreparable quarrel three years ago, since she was released from prison, this was the first time Finley spoke to

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to the

so gently, Sofia felt uncomfortable for a while, and she could only ignore this question.

All her nightmares are of his own making.

and the atmosphere in

to wait for Sofia to answer his question, and continued to sit on the small sofa boredly, looking down at the hand that Sofia had just clenched, as if

always felt that it was not an option, she moved her body to