Goodbye You Never Loved Me novel (Martha and Stefan) novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198 Seethed with Rage

Rhys saw that and moved a step forward.

"Martha, I'll go to hospital with you."

Stefan tilted his head and said aggressively, "She's my wife. It's none of your business."

"She may not be yours in the future. Wait and see."

Rhys replied to Stefan in a sarcastic tone and looked at him sullenly.

Martha felt annoyed at their conversation, clenching her teeth. Before she was about to say something, Stefan spoke first-

"She's and will be my wife forever. If you still have designs on her, I will fucking kill you."

After his warning, he turned to leave with Martha in his arms.

Then he put her in the passenger seat and fastened the seat belt for her.

When Martha recovered herself, the car had driven away from the orphanage.

Martha felt her mind filled with a myriad of thoughts and ideas since she had never seen such a arbitrary man.

She didn't love him anymore. It was meaningless for him to do so, wasn't it?

Martha cast down her eyes. After a long while, she spoke with her red lips parted, "Drive me back to the Doyle Manor."

Stefan's lips were pressed into a thin line. He didn't reply but kept pressing the accelerator.

In the orphanage, only Rhys was left there. He raised his hands to wipe off the blood on the corner of his lips and smiled coldly and presumptuously.

Kill him?

Uh-uh!

The battle between them just began. It was still hard to tell who will emerge victorious.

Stefan still thought Martha was the one who used to love him much? He was too confident to know how heartless a woman would be after being hurt by love.

Rhys, sneering, got on his car and drove away.

...

Half an hour later, Stefan's car stopped in front of the gate of the hospital.

Martha frowned slightly and said in an unpleasant tone, "I wanna go home."

Pulling a long face, the man didn't say anything but opened the door and picked her up in his arms again. Without her permission, he walked into the hospital.

There was a tinge of indifference in Martha's eyes. She said callously, "I'm good. It's merely a small cut."