The Woman From Hell

Chapter 1287

Matthew frowned, looking extremely unhappy. I did not know nor did I want to know why he was unhappy.

I had said what I needed to say. What was left now was for him to reflect on it himself.

I walked around the first-floor lobby before finding Liz and Laney.

Laney was holding the baby as Liz gobbled up the food as though they were merely things to fill up her tummy regardless of how it tasted like. She had probably eaten too little in the morning and was starving by now.

She saw me out of the corners of her eyes and stopped eating

felt a

hand and wiped her mouth haphazardly with her sleeve. She then gave me

haggard now. It was as though every pain that Matthew inflicted on her was sapping

over and sat on the chair, waiting

bith'and some other horribte tasting=food, but we produced more milk-after that. Our babies couldn't even finish it. After a night's-sleep, our clothes and beds woutd be stained. Later, we would p PUMP some at night before we slept and save it. But that wouldn't be for the baby. We didn't have a fridge at the time, so we were afraid that the

saying with a bitter smile, "It's our blood and water, alright.” She got up to wash the lunch box and

complexion turned pale, yet she endured it. Laney went upstairs to take care of Matthew. Liz and I locked gazes. We both knew that we

was not that we did not want to

you probably look down on me-yery much, don't you? If you want{o laugh at me, then go-ahead. I'vesgotten used to being laughed at

to that. I said something else, It's” not like Matthew doesn't have any money: You can hire a few nannies to take