Dominic Rhodes knew this man, his na was Stephen Miller, and he was one of his mother’s guests.
He looked at the snowman on the ground, already smashed to pieces, and a flicker of anger slowly burned within him.
But he couldn’t lose his temper with this man because if he displeased him, it would be his mother who suffered.
Stephen Miller had been drinking, and his words were harsh: "Get Sadie Young out here, taking my money and not doing anything, today I’m going to beat her to death."
"My mom, she’s out, not at ho."
"That woman, is she out with another man again?"
Dominic Rhodes was unhappy, but he had to endure it: "Wait until my mom cos back, you can co back then."
"You little brat, dare to order around? You bastard, poorly educated, who knows what you’ll turn into."
Stephen Miller gave him a severe beating.
He beat him while cursing his mother.
As he left after the beating, he kicked the snowman, not completely destroyed yet.
The ideal ho he had painstakingly created was thus destroyed.
That ti, surprisingly, he didn’t cry, nor did he tell his mother about what happened.
Because he knew, even if he did tell, his mother couldn’t help him.
He began to hate this kind of fate.
Why are others so happy, yet he had to suffer so much at the bottom of this city?
He was unwilling and yearned for redemption; he didn’t want to live such a painful life anymore.
He had always had a habit of recording his father’s violent tendencies with a cara, waiting for the day he could bring his father to justice.
Lying in the snow, the taste of anger and hatred spread little by little, and he thought of the photographs.
Since his parents gave him nothing but pain, he decided he wanted nothing to do with them, and he would leave this place.
He took the evidence and went to the police station to report the case.
He accused his mother of being the true murderer who hurt his father.
The evidence was irrefutable, and his mother was arrested.
His mother seed to know this day would co and did not resist at all.
She only made a small request to the police, asking for a few minutes with him.
The police agreed.
His mother said many things to him, but all he could rember was her tear-red eyes and her words: "Dominic, I gave birth to you but didn’t give you a good environnt. I’m sorry."
"Don’t you bla ?"
His mother shook her head: "In the future, don’t beco like your dad, and don’t et a woman like your mom again. You must beco a gentle and humble man and forget these mories."
He rembered his mother’s words deep in his heart.
After the police took his mother away, he found all her savings in her room.
At that mont, he vaguely realized that his mother had long anticipated this scenario.
She had anticipated that her own son would end it all.
His mother gave him a letter.
The world had mapped out his future; his mother bought him a house, and the hoowner was in his na.
Afterward, he took the savings his mother left him and left the city for good.
His mother died within a year in prison, dispirited and alone.
He had personally sent the person he loved most to death.
Tiana Thorne was right; he indeed didn’t deserve anyone’s love.
He once had a chance to grab happiness, but having missed it, there would never be another.
Lily Sloane, I’m sorry.
I love you...
...
The incident involving Lily Sloane caused a stir on Weibo.
At the sa ti, everyone recognized Dominic Rhodes and the three n who helped him commit misdeeds.
"Tiana Thorne is my goddess, a fan for life."
"I wish to have a friend like Tiana Thorne—smart, beautiful, and capable of catching villains."
"May Lily Sloane’s spirit rest in peace."
"Thank you, goddess, for giving Lily Sloane justice. All her fans are little angels and will receive good karma."
"Nine years of compulsory education never taught words to praise Tiana Thorne."
"Tiana is amazing. I’m probably in love now. If I’m to marry, I want to marry Tiana Thorne."
"Oh my god, it’s like I have a new husband, ahhhhh, I’m so in love!"
Even so, so people still crazily cursed under the trending topic of Dominic Rhodes’s imprisonnt.
"Are the people upstairs still human?"
"A curse on the family of those who insult Lily Sloane."
"Tiana Thorne helped May Sloane catch Dominic Rhodes, who killed her sister, but wasn’t she just riding the wave of justice for hype? Disgusting."
May Sloane looked at these comnts, wishing she could climb through the internet to beat these people to death.
Tiana Thorne couldn’t help but laugh as she saw her angry but helpless look: "What’s the matter? Are you seriously arguing with a group of morally misguided people?"
May Sloane huffed in fury, "Why are there so many trolls online? They must be so unsatisfied with their real lives that they crazily lash out online."
"Since you know they’re unsatisfied in reality, why bother with them? They’re just seeking so sense of presence."
May Sloane sighed: "Tiana, how do you maintain such a good attitude?"
Tiana Thorne’s smile held a hint of mischief, her sensual red lips curving into a shadowy arc as she lightly raised an eyebrow: "Because I know they’re about to pay the price for it."
"Wow, really?" May Sloane looked at her in disbelief.
Tiana Thorne lazily leaned back against the sofa, the corners of her mouth upturned, and a certain unexplainable dangerous aura emanated from between her brows as she said slowly: "What about a bet?"
May Sloane quickly shook her head: "No, no betting."
Tiana Thorne curled her lips in a smile: "We’ll wait half an hour, at most an hour, and there’ll be more news."
May Sloane began to look forward to it.
She quieted down, watching the smile on Tiana Thorne’s cheek; the deep dimple was incredibly sweet.
And Tiana’s enchanting and charming aura, exuding from every gesture, made her heart tremble lightly.
To have known Tiana in this lifeti is a blessing accumulated over a hundred years.
Perhaps she herself didn’t realize her imnse appeal, but she was the most heart-moving woman May had ever encountered.
Suddenly, Tiana Thorne laughed: "Do I look even more beautiful now? Co on, beauty, give a mirror."
May Sloane: "..."
Cough, cough...
She retracted her previous thoughts; Tiana was more narcissistic than anyone else, but she had the right to be, as she truly beca more and more beautiful.
May Sloane handed her the mirror, then seriously examined her and exclaid, "Tiana, I’ve noticed your skin getting better, and your eyes are becoming more enchanting."
Tiana Thorne looked at her reflection, more beautiful than before, her fox-like eyes narrowing softly: "Still not enough."
May Sloane: "..."
Being too unattractive limits her imagination.
Suddenly, her phone started ringing incessantly, and May Sloane picked up the phone, stupefied.
The entertainnt industry had exploded again, this ti unexpectedly.
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