Winnie held Bryan's hand and stood beside him, choked with grievances, and said, "Mrs. Howard, don't blame Samuel. It's because your Williams Group is too heartless. If you harm people, you will have to pay for it. I have already pleaded for you, but..."
"From today on, she is no longer my wife. Ignore her. Since you are not feeling well, let me accompany you upstairs to rest!"
I was shocked and instinctively reached out to grab my son, wanting to leave with him.
When I grabbed him, I suddenly felt my hand hurt. My pupils shrank, and blood flowed from the wound.
Bryan stood beside Winnie, the small knife in his hand still dripping blood. They stared at me with disgust and malice, "I don't want to stay with a murderer. I only want Auntie Wanwan to be my mother! You shameless old woman, get out of my house!"
The house workers threw all my things out, along with me.
The desolate cold wind brought desolate fallen leaves and rain, and it seemed that autumn came early that year.
I knelt in the rain, refusing to give up, constantly knocking on the door and begging loudly.