My Heart only Beats for You

Chapter 2393

Before Rorita could answer, Madam Quartley waved her hand dismissively, "Forget it, don't mention that incident anymore. True, I did loathe her then, but now I sympathized with her. For at the end of it all, she became such a pitiful person. She paused for a moment before she mumbled to herself, "She wanted neither money nor villas. It shows that she must have a good place to go back to. In that case, let her go since her life from here onwards wouldn't be too hard on her." Rorita also had the same thoughts.

As Ruth mentioned that she was going to her relatives, that must mean she had a place to live.

Then all she could do was wish Ruth a happy life henceforth from the bottom of her heart.

Amidst the vast darkness of the night, Ruth's sole, lonely figure appeared.

The so-called relatives were all made up by her.

What relatives? She didn't have any to go to!

The reason she said that was because she was afraid that Madam Quartley and Rorita would force her to stay in the villa.

That place, however, was full of memories she had with her son. Now that her son had been taken away, she could not stay there any longer.

She feared that she wouldn't be able to stand it otherwise should every moment be stirred up at all the reminders!

However, even after she left, could she not bear it?

Ruth had thought she wouldn't.

After all, she had already known that this day would come and had made preparations for it.

She also knew that with Rorita around, her son's life would be set.

Then why did her heart still feel so out of sorts?

had gone crazy and was tearing up her

It hurts.

pain, down to her

She bent down at the waist

fewer people on the road, Ruth managed to

figure out where she should go

checked-in at the motel, Ruth finally

that still tore crazily inside

next day

for the night,

a point where she couldn't

three days and three nights at the motel, in bed and unable to

with not a hint of blood to be

to the pain and the lack of food, there wasn't the slightest strength in

time, in

be called a small

be a

amount of money she collected every day from her sales had exceeded the sum

no longer the same as it used to

when Yesseca's bakery welcomed a girl who

and quite

Yesseca felt that

recall exactly

the girl

reminded

expression and cautious demeanor,