Love's Tangled Web by Donna Taylor

Chapter 445

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Joanna said. “Let’s not talk about those who have passed away, and I won’t mention the past things. If you really feel sorry for my daughter and if you still have me, an old woman, in your eyes, you should agree.”

Alex slowly let go of Joanna’s hand. He clenched his fists and let them hang by his sides. His heart felt as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand. He lowered his head and took deep breaths, feeling that he was about to suffocate.

In the past, he didn’t understand that he might sooner or later hurt Ellie and cause her an incurable wound. It also left him with a flaw that could never be made up.

It seemed that there was a clue between him and Ellie, but there seemed to be no way to go.

Alex moaned, “Mrs. Thompson, I really can’t do it!”

Joanna said. “If you can’t do it, don’t call me Mrs. Thompson anymore. You can be with my daughter as you like. I can pretend that I haven’t given birth to her. You can take her away, but from now on, you don’t need to come back.”

to the end, Joanna’s tone was surprisingly calm. The room was so oppressive that it seemed

in a brief state of chaos. He clutched the shirt at his chest with one hand, and tears welled up in his crimson eyes. His lips were parted, and his comers trembled violently, but he couldn’t make

a while, Alex got up numbly. He staggered back a step as if using all his strength, and he said with pain, “Mrs. Thompson,

found Ellie in the garden. Seeing Ellie squatting in the shade and taking care of

on earth did you talk about with my mom?” As soon as Alex emerged, Ellie tossed away the small trowel in her

about our plan to visit the experts in Yorksure,” Alex replied, his eyes darting about restlessly. He dropped his gaze, concealing the emotions welling up in his eyes, and attempted

with Alex. She reached out her hand and tenderly caressed his check. Gazing intently into his eyes, she

shook his head in denial. “No, not

eyes are all bloodshot. Did my mom say something

Ellie’s hand and pulled it down, and then slowly enfolded her in his arms. In a hushed tone,

my

her, Aaron, and also aunt. They dote on me so much, they’re bound to give their consent to

the crook of her neck, and his voice came out muffled. “There’s no rush for marriage. I’m determined to let everyone witness

him to hold her as tightly as he wanted. She responded with a resounding

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