Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 42
“Serves you right,” Sally spoke in an abrasive manner, “No wonder Ethan dumped you.”

Catherine was completely at a loss for words. Even the slightest hint of anticipation in her was crushed.

How foolish she was. She should not have come back.

The truth did not matter to Mr. Jones and Mrs. Jones at all. More importantly, Rebecca was irreplaceable.

Dejected, Catherine extended her hand to Sally. “Give me back my phone. I’ll leave. A shameful person like me doesn’t deserve to come back. I don’t deserve to be related to all of you as well.”

“Are you planning to continue bringing shame to the family or getting into trouble outside?” Jeffrey scoffed. “You’d better stay home and reflect on your doings. When you decide to be frank, I’ll consider letting you go.”

Once Jeffrey finished speaking, he clapped his hands. A few bodyguards subsequently came from the entrance and captured Catherine right away.

“What are you guys trying to do? Kidnapping me, huh?” Catherine went mad. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that her family would be so cruel.

“I’m just teaching my daughter a lesson. Bring her upstairs and lock her in the room.”

Rebecca quickly advised, “Don’t do this, Dad. After all, Cathy is still young and immature. Moreover, there are always guests coming to visit us. It won’t be good if she screams from upstairs.”

was swayed. “You’re right. Why not… Let’s lock

the past few years, she had returned to Pennington only once for worshiping duties. The house had been passed down for 50 to 60 years by the Jones family. Although the back of the house had been refurbished a little, the

finally dawned on Catherine why Rebecca

such

on the face. “Shut up! Your sister is trying to intercede for you,

waved his hand. Disturbed by the change in Catherine’s

ride went on for. She

locked the main door. Even the

all, there was no electricity or water. Not even a blanket

phone was with Sally, she was

blew and consequently slammed the door and windows, an

Curling up on the cool bed, she did not dare to

of the dark. She was really

window was opened, she ran there. An old

hand and begged, “Madam, I beg you to let me go. If that’s not

The old lady broke free from her grasp brutally. Then, there was a

hurting so

done? Why would everyone hurt her