Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 372.2 Repay for Him II

Imogen didn’t take Irene’s words seriously. If she really wanted to take Imogen back to the Harrington Villa, wouldn’t it be possible now, even if it wasn’t possible back then? Why would she wait for more than twenty years and come to acknowledge her because of Ivette?

Imogen still vividly remembered Irene’s attitude in the hospital.

Imogen turned to look at Irene and said, “If you hadn’t come to me to force me to forgive Murphy, I might have understood you.”

Irene remained indifferent. “Imogen, whether you resent me or hate me, I must do this for Ivette. In fact, I didn’t plan to give birth to you in the first place. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so difficult for me and Walter. If you forgive Murphy, consider it as repaying the favor of carrying you for ten months. What I’m owed by Bill, you can repay for him as well.”

Imogen didn’t expect Irene to say such things so boldly.

“I can tell you clearly, it’s impossible. To give birth and not raise is worse than not giving birth at all. This is not a favor but a grudge.”

“Imogen, you’re emotional right now, and you’re prone to making the wrong choice. You should go back and think about it carefully.” After a pause, Irene added, “I heard that last time the members of the Dodd family came, it was Troy who helped you resolve the matter. If the Harrington family intervenes this time, will you still let Troy help you? What are his chances against the Harrington and Dodd families? Will he continue to tirelessly resolve these troubles?”

The weather in April was gradually warming up, but it was still cold at night, with a chill in the

air.

coat and descended a flight of steps, gazing ahead absentmindedly, motionless.

parked the car on the roadside. He thought that Imogen hadn’t seen where the car was and turned on

come over, and the driver lowered the window and called out. “Ms. Forbes,

towards the car. She opened the door and got in, her voice slightly hoarse, saying,

a moment, glancing at Imogen through the rearview mirror. He noticed her

the riverside is quite cold now… Is

speak, the driver

Imogen’s face through the car window, flickering on and off. She leaned back in her seat, looking out at the street scene, wearing a desolate expression on her

her.

her childhood in the village flashed

said was true. She was not her father’s child but

taste surged in Imogen’s throat, followed by a stinging pain in her

for

well up.

car horn, the deafening crash, the entire front of the car collapsing, and the roaring flames

lights reflected in Imogen’s eyes. She recalled the roaring flames in the car accident, the one that caused her father’s