The gentle Atlas Hallow is the true poison, and he is resolutely marching toward his death.
In another building not far from the apartnt, Hailey Hill stood by the window with her phone, standing like a statue for a long ti.
Doesn’t Atlas Hallow’s guilt prevent her from doing whatever she wants?
He’s not even answering the phone?
What could he be doing on such a night? She didn’t even dare imagine, imagine him being with Charlotte Miller.
Isn’t it normal for n and won to enjoy each other’s company? Especially since they are newlyweds, apart from this reason, she couldn’t think of why Atlas Hallow wouldn’t answer her call.
This is her sorrow; even if she cut a deep wound on her hand, she still couldn’t win back his heart, right?
Perhaps she never had it because Atlas Hallow never told her he loved her, not even said he liked her.
So she must speed things up. If she doesn’t let Charlotte Miller have her child soon and find a way to make Charlotte leave on her own, she’ll lose Atlas Hallow forever. If there’s a child, it would be different.
With a child carrying both of their blood, everything would genuinely change.
The old man Flix Hallow would eventually die, then who could stop her from entering the Hallow Family?
Her body seed so dry that it couldn’t shed a single tear, and in the long years to co, she’d have to get used to different won around Atlas Hallow, but those won couldn’t stay long. They could only be tools for his desire and excess energy.
The only one who can stay by his side for long is her.
Her goal is very clear, which is she wants to beco the mistress of the Hallow Family.
Although Atlas Hallow coveted Charlotte Miller’s body, it didn’t seem like he couldn’t live without her, because there was no ring on Charlotte’s hand, and they didn’t even hold a wedding ceremony. This proved that her influence on Atlas Hallow was insufficient.
This is the best ti now. If she becos pregnant, her body starts to swell, and she can’t bring joy to Atlas Hallow, it would be her ti to be cast aside.
The word ’patience’ is like a knife over her heart, but enduring it made her feel too uncomfortable, as if the knife hanging over her heart could stab into her heart at any mont, causing her to bleed severely.
The whole room was filled with a damp aura. Was it her tears or his?
Infinite satisfaction spread from the breath to every pore of his body, and in the dim light, he sat up, the woman beside him already deep in sleep.
He picked her up and moved to a dry room, putting her into a soft bed and covering her before walking out of the room.
His phone was thrown into a corner of the sofa, lying quietly, and Atlas Hallow rubbed his forehead in so irritation.
This feeling was terrible, he was not a person to procrastinate, but he couldn’t make a decision in this matter.
Children weren’t the main thing for him; he needed Charlotte Miller to stay by his side now.
If Charlotte found out about this, given her nature, that would be the day they break apart.
Was he going to let Charlotte repay Hailey Hill’s debt?
After she had labored for ten months carrying a child, tell her the baby was already dead upon birth, not even letting her see its face?
How did he agree to such a cruel idea in the first place?
If it were any other woman, perhaps he wouldn’t consider it cruel, but this woman is Charlotte, and he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Picking up the phone, he was surprised to see several missed calls, not just two.
The first two were from Hailey Hill, the others were from the driver assigned to Hailey.
With the phone thrown here, and them in the room, even if the door wasn’t closed under the previous circumstances, even if the phone kept ringing, they wouldn’t hear it, right?
Even the driver called, has sothing happened again?
His thin lips almost pressed into a sharp line, taking the phone and standing by the window, he dialed a number.
As soon as he dialed, the driver picked up imdiately. It was four in the morning, so the driver must have stayed by the phone all night without sleeping.
"Young master, Miss Hill is missing." The voice speaking seed to carry a sob, sounding quite frightened.
Missing?
"In the evening, Miss Hill said she wanted to go out for a walk, just downstairs for a stroll, but after an hour, she still hadn’t returned. Nanny Johnson called , and I quickly drove around the streets near the apartnt, but I couldn’t find her." The last ti was a suicide attempt; he was lucky to have discovered it early. Later, he arranged for Nanny Johnson, an experienced servant, to accompany Miss Hill.
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