Chapter 153 Broken down

Hester shouted loudly, trying to vent her anger. Because of the excitement, her body was trembling slightly.

How could someone she trusted be so cruel? Her body was covered by the mist, and her eyes were only bright red, which choked her throat and made her out of breath.

Terence's mind went blank, and the photos fell on the bed. The scarlet color was shocking. He tightened his hand and glanced at Melody, forbearing.

At that time, she was the only one who had the final say when he was in a coma. Hester was so excited that he was mistaken for making it.

"Hester, please listen to me..."

Hester looked at him with pain, covering her ears tightly with her hands, and took a small step back.

He could use her as a tool, but why did he hurt her child? He was only a child, why?

"What do you take me for? A toy that won't cry or hurt? When it's useful, you can think about it; when it's useless, you can abandon it! "

He wanted to hold her hands, but he couldn't because he had a fever. Anxious as he was, he couldn't exert all his strength.

He had a bad feeling. Why were there so many photos? Damn it! What did Melody want to do? Why did she do that even though she knew Hester couldn't accept it?

A thought flashed through his mind, and he didn't have time to think about it carefully. Hester was too excited. The first thing he needed to do was to stabilize her.

He forced himself to move forward and held her cold hand. He looked up and frowned.

"It's not like that. I..."

"Clap!" Hester looked at him and held her hand more tightly. That slap was too hard and made her hand numb. But it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

"I hate you, Terence!"

Melody held Hester's wrist and looked at her with indignation.

What right did she have to slap Terence? She was just a shameless bitch. She had no stand to question.

Terence shook and fell to the bed, his face imprinted with a five finger mark.

"Hester, he is still ill. No matter how angry you are, you shouldn't hit him! "

Hester smiled coldly. Her wrist was gripped tight

attack. How ridiculous it was!

Lowering her head, she walked aimlessly. She just wanted to escape from the suffocating feeling, and didn't know where to go. She raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face and walked on the road in a daze.

She wore a pair of slippers and a big housecoat. Her hair was tied behind her back in a mess. Her eyes were red and swollen. It was quite embarrassing to walk in the crowd.

Hester continued to move forward with no expression on her face. Absorbed in her own world, she could not extricate herself from it. She couldn't hear what they said, and all she wanted was to walk so that she wouldn't stop.

People around her were gossiping and guessed what had happened to her. Hester was walking on the street alone. She didn't know where to go.

She had been trapped in the villa since she was born, and put all her mind on Terence. Without a friend, she had been alone for so long.

She took a deep breath and came to the crossing. Hester didn't know where she should go when she saw so many people on the street. She put her hands on her lower abdomen and rubbed it gently.

A minibus approached her from a distance and its window was rolled down. A man with sunglasses was seen. He nodded to the people inside the car after a short conversation.

Hester was carried into the car at the moment. "Bang!" The door closed with a bang and left.