Catherine Jones and Shaun Hill novel Chapter 580

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 580
Catherine trashed everything in the house, frightening the new nanny.

It was not until evening that Shaun finally set foot in there.

He looked at the wrecked house, but before he could react, a knife came at him.

He ducked backward and grabbed Catherine’s wrist, taking the knife and throwing it to the side. He turned to her and stared at the long-haired and ferocious woman in front of him. “You’re trying to kill me?”

“I was wrong. I’d rather you become a fool, and you’d still be better than you are now.” Catherine looked at him with hatred. “Why are you alive? A psychopath like you should have been locked up in the first place. I was delusional to think that I could cure you myself. Haha, I must be insane.”

“Shut up. I think you’re the psychopath here.” Shaun dragged her to the bathroom and pressed her head toward the mirror. “Look at you now. What’s the difference between you and a lunatic?”

“I’m insane. I’ve been driven to insanity by you.” Catherine’s face was streaked with tears. “Shaun, why are you doing this to my friend? You know that Freya was the victim. I can let go of the fact that you saved Thomas, but why did he have to discredit Freya’s name when he came out? Do you know how important reputation is to a girl? Are all other women except Sarah worthless in your eyes?”

The vein on Shaun’s temples bulged. “Are you done? The reporters aren’t wrong. It was your friend who seduced Thomas.”

“What did you say?” Catherine stared at him, wide-eyed, as if she was just told an incredulous story.

“It was Freya Lynch who added Thomas’s WhatsApp and tried every means to seduce him. After she hooked up with him, she learned that his reputation was bad, so she wanted to get away from him. Nothing in this world comes without a price.”

“Who told you that? Sarah? Do you believe everything she says?”

Shaun snorted and said contemptuously, “Who would I believe if I don’t believe Sarah? You? Freya Lynch and you are the same kinds of people. Birds of a feather flock together. The Lynch family has influence in Melbourne, but they’re worthless in Canberra. She’d, of course, want to marry Thomas. He’s influential here.”

Catherine’s clean face turned as pale as a sheet of paper.

She looked at his delicate thin lips, which she had kissed countless times before.