The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye) novel Chapter 143

"Be careful!"

Terrance's heart suddenly got lifted, but unfortunately, he was handicapped.

He had never truly realized that something bad would happen due to the disability of his crippled legs, but at this moment, he felt a deep sense of frustration.

The girl he liked was right in front of him. Seeing her in danger at this moment, yet he couldn't do anything. He didn't even have the strength to stand up and pull her away.

Terrance knocked hard on his legs, watching Thomas kick Newell away, and then quickly stood in front of Mango.

It was untrue that Mango was not afraid.

At that moment, she clearly saw the killing intent in Newell's eyes, but she couldn't retreat.

Behind her were her son, daughter, Nathaniel, and a lot of other people she wanted to protect.

Some people said that when a woman was single, she could be cowardly and timid, but after she got married and became a mother, she immediately lost this privilege, because once she turned around, once she fell down, the most beloved people who were closest to her would get hurt.

In the past, Mango didn't have a deep understanding of this sentence, but at this moment, she deeply felt that these relatives would give her boundless courage to face any difficulties and pain.

Mango gently pushed Thomas away, she looked at Newell who had been kicked to the ground, and said coldly, "Do you think everything that happened before could be written off after you have killed me? Newell, who are you working for? Think about it carefully. If you keep the secret for her and stick to your last bit of morality. What would happen to your beloved one?"

Newell's eyes were a little bloodshot, and he said fiercely, "If you dare to hurt Sisi, I will hunt you down!"

"Hehe, did it ever occur to you five years ago that you would end up like this today?"

Mango had every reason to hate him!

In the past five years, she had gone through too much. Her child had gone through too much. Nathaniel had also gone through too much, all of which had been caused by this person in front of her and Macy.

Now she clearly knew that they were all here in front of her, and she even knew that they were the ones who caused that incident in the past, but she had no evidence.

If there was no evidence, then it would all become empty talk. It was impossible to bring them to justice. Then what about those who had been hurt?"

Was there no justice at all?

Mango hardly ever hung on to something, but she had to draw a conclusion for this matter. Newell was waiting for her with hatred, as if he was still struggling about something, and thinking about something, but his mouth was tightly sealed and he didn't say anything.

Mango also had plenty of time. She just sat there calmly, not feeling anxious or hasty.

Terrance looked at Mango in front of him, and he somewhat admired her courage. It seemed that he could see that Mango had a lot of questions to ask, so Terrance whispered, "Miss Shen, I don't feel very well. I'll go back first. After you are done asking questions, you can tell my people take him back."

"Thank you, Mr. Hans."

Mango nodded to Terrance, but her eyes didn't fall on him.

Although he knew that Mango was in love with Nathaniel and he also knew clearly that there was no hope for him at all, he still fell for her.

Terrance gave a wry smile and left with the wheelchair.

Mango didn't say anything about Terrance's departure. She just waited there quietly, as if she was so sure that Newell would say something.

As time went by, they seemed to have reached a deadlock more or less.

When Thomas saw Mango knocking on the table, he asked someone to make another pot of tea for Mango. It seemed that she was going to fight with Newell to the end.

The first person whose defense broke down was Newell. He had to admire this woman in front of him.

"Who the hell are you?"

In fact, Newell had already guessed it, but he couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe it.

The fire back then broke out so violently, and how could such a weak woman like Mango, possibly escape from it?

But the eyes of this woman in front of her were simply the spitting image of that person!

Newell felt uneasy and nervous.

Mango sneered and said, "Who do you think I am? I'm a devil from hell. I am the person who gained rebirth from that big fire five years ago. What? Why is it so hard for you to believe it?"

"How is this possible? How is it possible that you're still alive?"

Newell's eyes suddenly squinted.

No!

"That's absolutely impossible!"

Mango looked at him and said coldly, "Look at my face. Thanks to you, except for this pair of eyes, nothing else on my face belongs to me. My nose, my face, and even my mouth were transplanted through the skin that was taken off from someone else's bodies. Do you know the pain of being burned? Do you know how it feels when smelling the burning meat from your own body? Newell, I am a devil from hell. Don't challenge my patience and my kindness. That Mango from the past is already dead. After going throught the suffering from the hell, I will only repay you with many times more. You'd better tell me what I want to know, or otherwise, I will make sure your beloved Sisi will go though what I have been through. Now as an audience, I will be very pleased to go over that again."

"Don't you dare! You can't! Sisi is a member of the Hans family! She is a descendant of the Hans family! You can't hurt her!"

Newell suddenly shouted out, and he was on the verge of going mad.