The Woman From Hell

Chapter 155

"I only want to protect you. Trust me, Grayson Louis is no saint."

I looked at Tyler and scoffed. "How do you expect me t o believe you? In my eyes, all of you are the same, you're demons from hell."

He sighed. "Whatever you say, then. But you have to go with me now, or they'll destroy you."

My mood could not get any worse. I looked at him and blurted out, "Can you just leave me alone? I’d rather be destroyed by them than follow you back and be destroyed by you once more. Tyler Schuman, it's been so many years. Why won't you let me go? Let's live our own lives. Wouldn’t that be great? Why do you have to appear once again and want to pull me back into the days filled with darkness?"

Tyler looked at me and finally spoke after a long pause, "That's because we share the same fate. We were both abandoned, so only we can ignite each other’s lives."

A sharp pain overcame my chest. It was as if someone had stabbed me, forcefully wiggled the knife several times, and there was blood everywhere. It was a gory sight to behold. 1

All these years, I had been trying my best not to think back on the past. Just when I thought I had forgotten everything, Tyler Schuman not only reappeared in my life but he was also forcing me to relive everything. He was tearing open the wounds that had started healing until they were exposed in the open again. 1

right, I was

who abandoned me had no

time to go yet, because among the piles of trash, a crippled woman who was picking

who abandoned me left, she hobbled over and picked me up.

was red from the cold weather, and I was on the brink of death. It was my mother who carried me home and placed me by the fire for the entire night. She used the money she got from collecting trash to buy milk powder so she

to the police station. Unfortunately, there were no orphanages in the village. When the village policemen wanted to send m e

my mother's fate

was already crippled and was relying on collecting trash to earn a living. After she adopted me, she disregarded her injured leg and began working at a little workshop in town so that I would have food to eat and warm clothes to wear. Manual labor was the only thing

hard, but those days were the happiest days of

As my mother worked day and night, her body

agreed to raise the workshop supplier's illegitimate son on

onward, my mother had to take care of two abandoned children-Tyler Schuman and

old that year, while Tyler was 13. When Tyler was brought back,

that was