Chapter 1482: Chapter 1485: Dealing with Hannah Ford (Additional 5)
Complints were coming from all around.
Feeling herself becoming the center of attention, even Lily Redington, who was usually the most adept at grabbing the lilight, was overshadowed by her radiance.
At this mont, a sense of unparalleled satisfaction surged within Hannah Ford.
She lifted her head, looking proudly at Lily.
Noticing that Lily was also looking at her, she deliberately glared back with a provocative look.
Hmph, Lily Redington!
One day, I will make you kneel before , begging for rcy, crying.
Letting you taste what it’s like to have your man stolen and lose your support.
Thinking of the past and looking at her current glory, Hannah Ford withdrew her disdainful gaze and turned to look at Charles Coldwell.
“Daddy, what are you talking about… I’m still young, I don’t want to get married so early… I don’t care, Daddy can’t be so eager to push away, I haven’t clung to Daddy enough yet!”
Hannah Ford cooed at Richard Coldwell, drawing a burst of laughter from everyone.
But after the laughter, they heard Charles Coldwell’s voice, cold and rciless, starting to resonate lowly.
“Who is your father?” Charles Coldwell looked at ‘Hannah Coldwell’, with an undisturbed and emotionless gaze, devoid of any affection.
Hannah Ford stared at him, puzzled.
It took her quite a while to co back to her senses, “Daddy, you…what are you talking about?”
“I said, who is your father? The word ‘Daddy’ is not for you to call.” Charles Coldwell did not get angry, even his voice was very indifferent, as if he had no intention to stir waves.
But the banquet hall that was bustling just a mont ago fell into an endless silence the mont he spoke.
What—what’s going on?
Hannah Ford was flabbergasted.
Frank Chamberlain was flabbergasted.
Theodore Lucas and his son were flabbergasted, and even Lily was flabbergasted.
All the people present, the only ones who were not flustered, were Charles Coldwell’s loyal followers, along with Richard Coldwell, Aidan Lucas, and David Redington.
“Daddy, no, it can’t be… I, I am your daughter, I am Hannah… haven’t you forgotten? I am your daughter, I have your blood in my veins, you can’t abandon !”
Hannah Ford couldn’t understand what was happening at all.
Just a mont ago, she was clearly in heaven, why the next mont, she was cruelly pushed into hell.
Hannah Ford struggled free from Frank Chamberlain’s grip, trying to rush towards Charles Coldwell.
If possible, she was even willing to kneel before Charles Coldwell, holding his legs and begging piteously.
But instead of entertaining her plea, Charles Coldwell kicked her away without any psychological burden.
“Get lost…”
Hannah Ford’s petite body traced an arc through the air and crashed into the center of the crowd.
“Miss Coldwell…”
“Marshal, what is this…”
The guests were in shock.
Frank Chamberlain was even more shocked!
Everyone knew that Charles Coldwell would not act unless he ant it, and if he did, he would show no rcy.
Indeed, as the guests helped the kicked Hannah Ford to her feet, her face and body were already stained with an eye-piercing red from the blood.
Charles Coldwell’s kick had landed squarely on Hannah Ford’s face.
Not only had it sent her flying, but it also broke her nose bone completely.
The gushing blood flowed as if it was free.
Hannah Ford was so in pain that she couldn’t even cry.
She couldn’t bother to distinguish whether the liquid sared all over her face was blood or tears. All she could do was instinctively cover her nose and look at Charles Coldwell with the most pitiable and humble posture.
Daddy, why has it co to this?!
Hannah Ford’s expressive eyes were brimming with tears, hoping only for Charles Coldwell to spare her a glance.
However, after a long wait, she heard only Frank Chamberlain’s accusation.
“Why? Marshal Coldwell, why did you do that to Hannah!?”
[Continue, oh~ Torture the scum]
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