Chapter 7
Phanded over the inspection documents to Geovanni and then left.
When I left, I instructed the butler to sell this villa. I thought I would be sad, after all, it was the home where Geovanni and I had lived for seven years.
Even though it had been burned by fire at that time, I couldn’t bear to leave this place and spent a large sum of money to restore it completely.
But now I felt relaxed, as if I had no shackles.
I didn’t have to revolve around anyone anymore, I could have my own life. I wasn’t anyone’s wife, I wasn’t anyone’s mother, I was just me.
once trapped myself in a cage because of love. I spent my days longing for an affection that didn’t belong to me, unable to break free. I could only watch helplessly as I turned into a lifeless being.
Now I am finally free.
I finally could live for myself.
I took away everything that belonged to me. When I was packing, I realized that these handbags were already outdated. It turned out that I hadn’t bought anything for several years.
I simply instructed the butler to sell these and support the impoverished children.
Then, holding the card, I ran to the mall for a shopping spree.
The salesperson followed behind me, with a big smile on her face. After all, with this sale, she met
her commission target for the year.
At that moment, I saw Marilyn and Warren.
When Warren saw me, he rolled his eyes and sarcastically said, “Weren’t you tough before? Now you come crawling to me, begging me to appease Dad. Can you please not go out with that ghostly appearance of yours? Do you know how disgusting it is?”
Now, listening to Warren’s harsh words again, I feel incredibly calm inside.
It seems that I had become extremely disappointed with Warren, with no expectations, there would
be no hurt.
Marilyn pulled Warren’s hand anxiously and said, “Don’t speak about your mother like that. After all, she was the Miss Stanley of the Stanley family.”
Warren said loudly, “Who wanted her to be my mother! I just wanted you to be my mother.”
Wh
What kind of Miss Stanley from the Stanley family is she? She’s just a dog my dad raised, and my dad said that the Stanley family will be mine in the future. I’ll make her sleep in the doghouse
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then!”
Listening to Warren’s malicious words, I couldn’t help but have some doubts.
After thinking for a while, I finally asked, “Why? Why did you treat me like this?”
I have been wanting to ask this question for a long time, why did you treat me like this? I am his biological mother, why did he help outsiders to bully me?
Why such great malice towards me? I dare swear to the heavens, I have never had a single unkind
action towards him.
Everyone in this world could criticize me, abandon me, bully me, except Warren. When he had a high fever, I stayed by his side day and night to take care of him. When he was little, crying day and night, I stayed awake to comfort him.
I would fulfill whatever he wanted.
But why did he treat me like this?
I really couldn’t understand.
