Rebirth and Finding the One Truly Loves Me by Christina

hapter 64 He firmly gripped her wrist.

Upon hearing Allison’s words, Audrey couldn’t help but clench her hands that were hanging by her side.

Even if Sterling wasn’t her biological child, she had raised him for so many years. His temperature had risen to 40 degrees, how could that be a minor issue?

Did Sterling later suffer from severe depression because he was abused by this family?

Audrey looked around, avoiding surveillance, walked to the backyard. saw a wall, took a run–up, her slender b*dy sprang up, and easily jumped over it.

The back door was not closed. Seeing no one in the living room, Audrey quickly ran upstairs.

In her second year of high school, she visited the Howard family with a few classmates. Corbin had said that the room on the far right of the third floor was Sterling’s.

Audrey reached the third floor in one breath.

Pushing open the tightly closed door, Audrey took a glance inside.

The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out any breeze, and a faint, pungent smell of tobacco could still be detected.

Smoking while having a severe cold?

Using the light that shone into the room from the corridor, Audrey saw the thin and lonely figure curled up like a shrimp on the bed..

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The heart, slightly shrank.

closer to the bedside.

the bed did not respond to her.

was heavy. Audrey reached. out

her

a box from the bag and poured out a black

gently, whispering. “Sterling. it’s time

young man did not wake up. As Audrey continued to shake his arm. he suddenly gripped her slender. pale wrist. with a force that seemed as if he wanted

“Dirty, get away…”

cold voice had become hoarse to the

closed, his eyelashes, longer and darker than at girl’s, quivered slightly. The

was almost crushed by him.

he

entire b*dy like a

breathing was extremely heavy, like a trapped beast, as if bearing

femly gopped

had happened to him, but she could feel that he was carrying something deep inside that was too much for someone his age

endured the pain in her wrist, tightly gripped by him, and gently stroked his tense back with her other hand, “Brother, it’s me, your desk. mate Audrey!”

and gentle, like a beam of light

and malice in his eyes had also

opened his eyes.

depths of the pitch–black eyes, there was a

red.

lines was covered

both cold