Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 211

He absolutely could not tolerate his child being buried in such a desolate corner under the sky of the same city three years ago when he was accompanied by beautiful women.

Finley took a deep breath, squatted down slowly, took off his gloves and started digging without using any tools.

According to Sofia’s condition at the time, her body was very weak, and the child should not be buried deep.

Finley dug around the edge of the flower pond and found nothing, his fingers were all worn out, and the nail caps began to congeal.

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Seeing this situation, the two bodyguards who were watching couldn’t stand it any longer, and hurried over to help Finley dig with a shovel.

“Get away!” Finley yelled out.

The two bodyguards backed away helplessly, not knowing what Mr. Stwart was doing, why did he feel like he was nagging?

This time Finley dug in the middle of the flower pond. The fingers of both hands had become more and more ugly, but his face was ugly, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his expression was gloomy.

something hard, something

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heart also trembled violently, and he quickly raised his hand to dig desperately, and he dug out an iron box as big as a

words printed on the outside of the iron box. It looks like it was filled with paint or something. The writing is blurred, like the discarded iron box that Sofia found from

warehouse.

fingers were frayed and bloody, and he was holding on to the box, which

the box on the ground, the muscles on his

by Sofia, probably because he wanted

as it

changed a lot after she got out of prison, sometimes

and Finley opened the lid carefully. The connection was rusted because it had been buried deep in the ground for a long time, and it was not easy to open.

box after twisting the connection with his hands.

at the contents of the box. There was a piece of clothing wrapped around the things inside. It was a women’s woolen sweater. And

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of the box tightly. Finley’s slender fingers touched the clothes,