Yvette walked through the long corridor. As soon as she got out, she saw Lance sitting in a wheelchair in the crowd, looking weak.
His high nose bridge and profound features made him stand out. Lance was thinner, so the clothes he wore in the past were a little loose.
Yvette’s eyes felt sore and moist.
Those long-suppressed grievances and longing seemed to have found an outlet.
She had the urge to rush over to him.
Her husband was right there, and she would be with him for the rest of her life.
Yvette smiled and walked into the crowd when someone suddenly grabbed her arm.
People were coming and going in the crowd. Most of them were picking up friends and relatives at the airport.
Yvette did not see who grabbed her, but when she went forward again, she was pulled back.
She subconsciously looked to the right and saw a familiar person.
For a moment, the blood on her face drained, and her pupils instantly shrank.
“Farley…”
Farley stretched out his finger and made a hush gesture.
Then, he dragged her in the opposite direction with gloomy eyes.
Yvette glanced back.
Lance seemed to have seen her. He was surprised and wanted to stand up, but he could not.
Instead, his body swayed, and he fell to the ground.
Yvette’s heart sank. She wanted to break free, but Farley held her firmly.
“Yvette, if you don’t want me to kill him in public, you’d better behave!”
Farley threatened in a cold tone.
Yvette’s eyes darkened as she looked at him in a panic.
“You…”
She took a closer look, only to see that Farley was wearing a hospital gown inside his coat.
He sneaked out of the hospital.
Before she could regain her composure, Farley impatiently took her arm with one hand and strangled her neck with the other.
He looked completely different from the nice chef that he was in her impression.
Farley no longer talked to her like he was an elder.
He indifferently stretched out his hand. He could break her neck if he exerted some force.
She panicked completely, and an inexplicable chill enveloped her.
“What are you doing? This is the airport!”
The police were nearby.
Right. As long as she shouted for help, someone would definitely notice.
Farley pulled her to the corner and threw her aside.
“Yvette, I wanted to kill you.”
He said through gritted teeth.
Yvette looked at him with sore eyes and felt flustered.
The corner of her mouth twitched.
“Farley, do you hate me for shooting you?”
Farley’s eyes trembled.
“You intended to kill Sean with that shot! Why are you so cruel?!”
Yvette’s eyes were blurred by tears.
“He ruined me and my life! Why can’t I hate him?”
She said with a hoarse voice.
For so many years, the things she desperately wanted to forget came back again at this moment.
Farley’s face was ferocious, and he hesitated to speak.
He looked at the people around him hastily and warily for fear that someone would notice him.
Yvette saw that something was bulging around his waist and felt a chill in her heart.
“What do you want to do?”
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