Charity said, âEven if you werenât there, Shaun or Rodney would have found a lawyer. You three have hands and eyes, and whoever finds a lawyer can put me in jail.â
âIn other words, there will be other men without Shaun, Rodney, and Chester. You can find someone to put me in jail. Itâs possible that Sarah believes youâre the person I adore the most. I suffer in this way.
Despair will have a thousand times, ten thousand times the impact.â
Charity stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and gazed out at the capitalâs bustling scene.
âOne of the things I regret the most in my life is that I had to live with my mother in that small coastal city.
We should not visit Canberra. My father may genuinely love us, but he is unaware that his house has an ex-wife who gave birth to a demon with a twisted mind, and this is when the tragedy begins.â Charity turned her back to him, and her figure was thin and slender.
Chester wanted to squeeze her from behind.
Charityâs life has been too difficult and impoverished.
However, Chester understood that he did not have the qualifications.
âLetâs go, Chester.â
Charity never looked back, âI donât want to forgive you even if you say sorry a hundred times. You say Iâm the only person you love, and I canât give it to you. Any response from you is out of the question in this life, the next life, and the next life.â
This life, the life after this life, the life after that life.
Only a few words.
However, Chesterâs mental strings were torn. It hurt so much that he almost fainted.
Charity said, âDonât reveal my identity if you truly feel guilty about me. Please leave now and do not bother me again. You have already received the desired response.â
â¦
Chester had no idea how to leave the Neeson Corporation. He was dressed in slippers and pajamas. He travels the road like an alien in the early morning.
âbeep beepâ
âYouâre insane, you donât look at traffic lights when you walk.â Someone yelled at the horn.
Chester turned his head and locked his gaze on the car.
âI donât want to die, Donât hurt me, I donât want to go to jail.â the owner of the car exclaimed.
Chester didnât say anything and just walked slowly towards the car. He then placed his hands on the hood and hooked his fingers âCome on, hit me, I just want to experience what itâs like to die.â
âYeah, thatâs when you realized Iâm insane. Not only am I fcking insane, but Iâm still a scm. Do you understand?â Chester laughed.