The Woman From Hell

Chapter 945

"Why did you give up on him?"

I suddenly broke down. "What right did you have to give up on him? As long as there was a little ray of hope, you shouldn’t have given up on him. Even if there wasn't any hope at all, you should've at least waited until I could take a look at him!"

Matthew cast his eyes down, his expression remaining calm. "He was already deformed. Even if he survived, he would only become your burden. That would’ve been equally painful for him."

"He’s my child!" I covered my chest, finding it hard to breathe through the pain in my chest.

"Besides, I was the one who didn't protect him well and caused him to get hurt. How could I blame him?"

Matthew looked at me with a coldness in his eyes. "I told Theo these things so he would let you go. He needs a child of his own but I don't. If you like children, then when Liz delivers, I'll give her enough money to send her back to France and let you raise the child. He'll grow up with Munchkin and you’ll be very content. You’ll be much more content than being with Theo."

I looked at his calm demeanor as he said those words

felt fear in my heart. How did he become like this? How selfish, scary, and

she gave birth and let me raise her child. With that, he would have both a lover and

and did not put himself in

I looked at him with a face full of disappointment. "You only think

have

I care about the feelings of someone I

a different page. I did not want to change his

got up from the bench. "You obliterated my child’s hope of surviving, and Theo destroyed your career. This is absolutely fair. And for saving my life, I'll find

to leave but Matthew grabbed my arm, refusing to let

left to say between us." I looked at him with an

sit with me

again. "I know you hate me. Maybe you don't even want to see me, but I'm just too lonely. On the night of the eve of National Day, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a very long time and looked out at the lights of various houses. I felt so lonely that it was almost too much for me to bear. I've spent the last few years like this. I don't want to think of the past, but I still can't stop myself from dreaming about my parents. I dreamed that on the night of the eve of National Day, there was a sumptuous meal on the

these, I would feel a strong urge t o see you. I would drive to your place, stand outside to look at the brightly lit villa, and imagine what you were doing. Sometimes, I even felt the urge to go in