Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

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Others don’t know yet, and their confidants already know the ins and outs of the matter. They feel better if they don’t know, and those who know think it’s a crime.

Sofia was pregnant with Mr. Stwart’s child, and the key was that something happened in prison.

The two are entangled endlessly, and they don’t know when it will end.

The cemetery is very quiet, and it rained again today. Finley was wearing a long black trench coat, and Sofia was wearing an off-white suit skirt with a white sweater over it.

The expressions of both of them sank to the bottom, Sofial held the umbrella and watched Finley put it down, squatting in front of the black marble stele.

There is no inscription, no photo, not even a name, but it brings out the desolation of this poor child even more.

The rain was getting heavier and wet Finley’s windbreaker a lot. He didn’t realize it, and he didn’t take into account that he had just had a heart attack, and it would be very dangerous if he got caught in the rain.

Finley squatted there, carefully placed the prepared flowers in front of the tombstone, then raised his hands and pulled his sleeves to slowly wipe the water stains on the tombstone after the rain had passed.

“Son, I’m sorry for not taking good care of you!”

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was muffled, wet with

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knowing whether to tell the children inside

deep breath, “I will definitely find out about your matter, and I will

“Daddy loves you!”

the word love you came out of Finley’s mouth, the corners of Sofia’s lips couldn’t help

Finley meant. Could it be that he planned all the moments of life and death

a tool for revenge against the Campbell Family, and it was logical that he didn’t

he actually said that he loved this child, in Sofia’s eyes, it

he planned to deal with the Campbell Family, even slandered her

a hotbed of crime for the wicked. He

the word love children,

Finley in

picked up the umbrella on one side, and looked

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Sofia’s face looked even paler in this cold

he couldn’t say anything when it came to his lips. He knew of the child’s death, and he, the father,

felt a little uncomfortable and aching in the chest. He looked at Sofia with concentration and said, “Let’s go back!”