Sir Ares, Goodnight

"Mom, don't!" Bebe could not imagine how desolate her life would become if she lost her mother, the only person she could rely on!

However, she seemed to be vaguely enlightened, allowing her to experience Roxie's pain and despair back then.

Bebe felt sympathy for her half-sister for the first time.

Charles looked at Madam Banners helplessly. At this moment, he was no longer as gentle and good-tempered as he was in the past. He felt a sense of grudge and disdain toward her for all of her past actions. "Bebe, make your mother put the knife down."

Bebe looked at her father, and the disdainful gaze in his eyes stabbed her heart. She suddenly despised her father from the bottom of her heart as she started thinking that he had bad morals.

Bebe cried as she tried to save her parents' relationship that was on the verge of breaking. "Dad, Mom doesn't want her to come into our house, so you shouldn't let her in. Even if you're getting yourself a new family, I beg you to bring them away and build your family in a new place. You should at least leave this one roof for me and Mom."

Charles angrily rebuked Bebe, "I have a fair share for

this house as well, so why should I leave? You two short-sighted women are only interested in your own benefits. I've had enough of you!"

Madam Banners' eyes were crimson red with tears as she said, "I've finally seen your true colors, Charles Banners. You're nothing but a gold-digging bastard. You were lying when you said you loved me back then. What you loved was the status, glory, and wealth that I could bring to you.

person you love most is yourself, Charles. You're selfish and heartless. I hate myself

the knife and no longer

this house as well, so why should

have to be dependent on each other

bedroom and locked the door. The two of them hugged each other and cried it out while trying

moment. He ordered his servants to

a little old woman and weak

eyes surveyed this unfamiliar place. It was the most beautiful house

fell on Roxie, who was in a wheelchair. Her pupils moved slightly. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

also looked

appeared in her mind, which was of peerless elegance. However, she looked so old now

not even 40

old as all the ups and downs of her life and the injustice she

reminded that when her mother was younger, she

the point that she was bedridden. She no longer had the energy to take care of Roxie. Then, Roxie would lay on top of her whenever