What Separates Me and You

Chapter 245 So Stupid of Him

Nancy sneered, “What do I want? I want you to marry someone who’s well-matched with you instead of you wasting your time on women like that mute or Sierra Woods. You’re now the chairman of the Alvarez Corp. Why are you still messing around with those two women? Can’t you see how embarrassing this is?”

Pausing for a moment, Nancy added, “Lewis, as long as you get married, I guarantee that the mute will still be in one piece. But if you were to go against me, don’t you dare think you can see that mute ever again.”

Hearing that, Lewis laughed. “Is that so?”

Nancy grew angrier when she saw him laughing. “I’ve said all I needed to say. It all depends on what you do now.”

“Looks like you’re not that worried about Daphne, seeing how you waste so much energy on a mute. Do you think you’d be able to control me after you caught Josephine?”

Nancy’s face turned sour. “What are you talking about?”

“It means exactly what it is. Since you don’t want to release her, then don’t. You can get rid of her whenever you want. As for the matter of making me marry someone, it will never happen.”

Lewis expressed his stance mercilessly.

Nancy could sense that he was doing this to her on purpose. He just simply refused to do what she requested of him-even if she threatened to kill Josephine.

Nancy, who initially thought she had the upper hand, felt like she was on the losing side again. She thought she almost had Lewis wrapped around her fingers, but his words had pulled the distance between them further apart.

The feeling of not being able to be in control made her feel dissatisfied, angry, and scared as

well.

Gritting her teeth, Nancy said, “I heard you. Since you don’t care about that mute, I won’t hold myself back.”

Lewis leaned back casually on the couch. “Do whatever you want.”

Words stuck in Nancy’s mouth suddenly. She couldn’t say anything in response to that.

She found it difficult to believe as she stared intently at Lewis, hoping to see any signs of a lie on his face. But she was let down.

There was no expression on his face at all.

watching Nancy lazily. It was as

silent treatment between the two lasted for a

reason why you’re not willing to marry is just to fight me, isn’t it? So,

around his fingers, then dissipated into

you really shouldn’t feel this way. I’m your Mom. Would I do

on Lewis’ face. “This would apply better

“You!”

got up suddenly. “Alright, no matter if you’re fighting me or

snuck a look at Lewis to see his reaction.

without any slight change of facial expression. The cold smile was still there. He watched Nancy like he was

about him. Her son wasn’t someone who could

eventually came to the realization that she could no longer manipulate him.

room turned quiet. The two didn’t say anything anymore. Even the maids backed out of the living

“Okay, since you’re not willing to listen to me, let’s make a deal. If you can save

to stare at a

Nancy roared, “Can’t you even do something as simple as

her out of prison. She would have to stay there for at least two years. If you can’t accept this, there’s no need for

to stop him when she saw him wanting to leave. “Okay, just think of a way to save her! As long as it’s not life imprisonment, it’s alright if she’s there for a year or two!”

or three years of suffering. The weight of this realization caused tears to well up in her eyes.

to leave the living room.

way to

almost nobody would visit. When Alan was still alive, he lived here. He loved growing flowers, so there were many flowers. blooming all over the garden

Alan’s passing, this place was left abandoned. Only the maids would visit to clean it.

once full of flowers, was now cold and deserted. There was only some grass swaying

in the basement, heard the sound of rain pelting against an umbrella. She got up quickly and looked through the

pair of long legs with a windbreaker draped on each side of the individual. Leather shoes tread upon the muddy ground, their soles bearing traces of soil stuck

slowly widened.

eyes away from the pair of long legs.

stop in front of the door, he’d walked

the mud, and she couldn’t move the plank, not even an inch after she had used up all her might.

she grabbed the metal bars and shook violently. The noise coming out of it was weaker than the sound of raindrops.