Chapter 706 You Can't Run Away (2)

But they could be counted as an amicable divorce if they automatically lived apart for more than two years. Their current situation was really in line with this condition.

Lethe had a clear mind, but he didn't poke the wound in the bottom of his father's heart anymore. He just followed his father into the car silently and chased after the car in front of theirs.

Until the car was driving farther and farther to a remote place.

Terence had already found that someone had been following him, but he really couldn't figure out who it was. He just came back, how could he get into such a trouble?

But he didn't tell Consuela. He was afraid that it would cause unnecessary panic to her.

But when he looked at the car getting closer and closer, he had to face it. If he continued to drive, they would arrive at the suburban villa, and the place they lived would be exposed.

Terence braked all of a sudden, and the low-key car behind him also stopped. Consuela was confused and asked, "Why did you stop the car before we arrived?"

Terence smiled and comforted her, "We were followed, but it doesn't matter. It'll be solved soon."

As he unfastened his seat belt, he looked at Consuela, who was holding the baby in her arms with a stunned look in her eyes. Consuela tucked her hair behind her ears and chuckled.

Inexplicably, Terence could feel that there seemed to be no malice in the people behind him, so he was willing to get out of the car to negotiate.

Holding the baby in her arms, Consuela sat in her seat and said through gritted teeth, "Let me go with you. I'll put Richelle on the seat in the car."

She couldn't sit in the car at this time and watch the man in danger.

Tracking, this word was a little strange to her. Relatively speaking, it was also a word that could make people feel a sense of crisis.

"No, thanks. You can just sit here with Richelle. If anything happens to you, I will definitely be distracted. It's not good that we'll be kidnapped together." Terence was still joking. The car

ht with a boy who looked like him in his arms.

Her eyes trembled, but she knew who the boy was just by a glance. Slowly she said, "Lance?"

Through the glass window, Lethe felt a little shy. This was his mother, who had abandoned him for five years.

At this time, she seemed to be only interested in the little girl lying in her arms. When she saw him, her face seemed to be a little pale.

In shock, Consuela saw that Lethe turned around and said something to Richie. The man replied indifferently, and the boy turned to look at her again, but the doubt in his eyes deepened.

There was a layer of glass, as if there were two worlds between them.

She couldn't hear them, but she didn't dare to open the window to hear what they were talking about. She didn't even dare to think about how a vengeful man like Richie would teach his child.

Would he describe her as a witch in fairy tales? Or was she just a woman who coveted vanity and didn't care about her family and directly abandoned her child?

Anyway, it could make her unhappy.

Trembling, Consuela's hand clapped on the window. At that time, the little boy raised his hand. The big hand and the small hand were closed together through a layer of glass.

When she came to her senses, the door was suddenly opened. The man's voice seemed to come from afar, "You can't run away."