I...
Tears began rolling down my cheek.
After sometime.
I stopped crying. He held me in his arms and said in a low hoarse voice, "I don't care who the person was, he will get twice as much from me."
I pursed my lips. My throat was on fire that I couldn't say a word.
I had just calmed down when Aaron came to Flora Hill. He punched Hendrix in the face as soon as he saw him.
The two men got into a fight all of a sudden.
Aaron was in a bad mood. He picked up a glass in the bedroom and threw it at Hendrix, "You can't even protect your own woman. Do you still call yourself a man?"
Aaron did not show any signs of stopping. He threw everything he could get at Hendrix, "I gave you a chance when she lost her child. You promised to protect her. Now she's hurt again. Are you still a man?"
The bedroom was in a mess. Hendrix pursed his lips and looked gloomy, but he didn't say a word eventually.
Charles glanced at Hendrix when he came into the bedroom. He asked, "Do you know who did it?"
Hendrix frowned. He answered, "We are still investigating!"
"A piece of shit!" Aaron lost his temper and threw the stuff in his hand at Hendrix.
Hendrix was quick to dodge it.
Charles was still relatively calm. He looked at Aaron and said, "Go out for a smoke and calm down. There's been enough trouble here."
Aaron said directly, "I can't calm down. I must take Arianna back today."
Aaron looked at me and said, "Arianna, pack your stuff and go back with me."
Charles frowned at Aaron. "Can you stop causing trouble?"
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