The Woman From Hell
Chapter 651

Chapter 651

The expression on Fiona's face immediately turned.

I looked at her calmly. "What you just said about my father being in a position of power and being able to take personal revenge is considered slander. I have the evidence on tape, so I hope that when we meet in court, you'll admit to it as soon as possible and not embarrass yourself too much."

"Why you..." Her chest rose and fell angrily. "Wanda, you're despicable."

"Miss Cinny, you’d better head back. Not only will your presence here do nothing to help your father but it'll put him in jail."

I was in a good mood and did not want her to spoil my mood again, so I wanted her to get lost.

Even a dumb person would know when to stop. Since she did not know who I was before, naturally, she did not take me seriously and did whatever she wanted to me. However, now that she knew, she did not dare to treat me badly anymore. She left unwillingly after glaring at me for a while.

Actually, if she had not pushed me to the limit, I would not have gone to Carlson and I would not have taken things so far. It was not because I was kind-hearted

but it was because I did not want anyone else to break my peace.

Even Yvonne and Carlson knew it. They never visited me in the past three years and the only time they would contact me was through the phone.

It was just that no matter how much I did not want this, I could not stop it. Now that Theo was here too, I was sure that I was never going back to my peaceful life anymore.

After dinner, Carlson was picked up by his men and left, while Fred took Tina back with him.

Now that Munchkin was without a playmate, he ran to bed by himself and watched cartoons on his tablet before falling asleep.

I was still on my period, so my lower belly was still cramping and I could not get myself to fall asleep no matter what.

Even though I could not fall asleep, I did not feel like getting up to do anything else. Hence, I turned over and looked out of the window at the starry sky. I emptied my mind and gradually started to feel a little sleepy.

I was just about to close my eyes and go to sleep when I heard the sound of a car engine coming from downstairs. I could tell whether it was a good car just b y listening to the engine and for some reason, Theo's name popped up in my head.

I got up and got out of bed before going to the window.

I looked down and saw a man standing by the car, looking up.

Both of us looked at each other, and both of us had mixed feelings.

I saw his lips opening and closing like he was saying something but I could not hear what he was saying. I could not read lips either, so after I thought about it, I grabbed a coat and went outside.

Under the dim streetlights, the man's gaze was overcast and deep as his slender and smooth body stood beside the car.

When he saw me coming out of the corridor, he strode over before taking me into his arms.

I could smell the alcohol on him and sighed softly. " Have you been drinking?"

He did not respond and just held me so quietly that I could not even tell if he was awake.

It was chilly outside at night, so I helped him upstairs.

Once we were in the bedroom, he suddenly went crazy and pinned me against the door. Soon after, his hands cupped my face and he gave me a kiss.

I tried to push him away, but he was still a big strong man. No matter how much I tried to push him away, I could not, so I just accepted it.

When the kiss ended, I looked at him angrily. "Let go o f me!"

His eyes looked deep, and his handsome face was tinged with sadness. "Three years. I thought I could slowly let it go, but the more time passed, the more ingrained everything became. When it’s late at night, the only thing that I can do is rely on alcohol to numb myself."

I pursed my lips, and for a moment, my emotions were overwhelmingly all over the place.

His eyes grew red. "Wanda, I know I was wrong. I really can't live without you."

"Enough nonsense.” I lowered my eyes and broke away from his embrace. "You're drunk. Lie down and g o to sleep."

He grabbed my arm again and dragged me toward the bed. He ignored my struggling as he pressed my shoulders so that I sat on the bed before he hugged me.

I sighed. My voice was low and calm as I said, "Are you really that drunk?"

He did not say anything and just held me.

I sort of knew that if he was really that drunk, he would not have driven all the way here.