Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313: I’ve never been so free 

Alva grabs Vicky’s hand just before she falls, and pulls her up little by little. 

When they pulled Vicky to the floor, she collapsed and sat on the floor, gasping for breath. 

Vicky sat nearby, her face white. 

She was confused, too. 

She didn’t think she’d actually fall. 

She didn’t really want to die. 

she 

Alva leaned against the wall, caught her breath, and looked at Vicky, who was sitting there, trembling, her eyes blank. 

She was scared. 

So scared. 

At this moment, she finally realized that death is not so easy. 

“Scared?” 

Vicky looked at her, eyes out of focus. 

Seeing her like this, Alva’s lips tightened and she got up to go in. 

Vicky reacts and immediately follows her, but her feet weaken and she falls to the ground. 

Her legs were weak from fear. 

Alva heard the noise and turned to look at her. 

She sat there with tears in her eyes, looking at her in fear. 

The whole person is pathetic. 

After all, the heart is soft. 

“I’m not going.” 

I got up and went out, closed the door, went to the bathroom, got a towel, wet it with hot water, wrung it out, and came out. 

Vicky just sat there, her eyes following her. 

At this moment she was afraid, very afraid. 

Alva came over, squatted down in front of her, gave her a hot towel, and “wiped myself.” 

Vicky moves manually, unable to lift, and looks helplessly at her. “I can’t move.” 

Alva gave a rare smile when she heard this. 

“You know fear.” 

“I thought you weren’t afraid of anything.” 

Grab a towel and wipe her face. 

Vicky doesn’t know if it was Alva who said that, or if the towel fell on her face, her eyes, and tears fell. 

As soon as the tears fell, they followed the floodwaters that opened the gates and flowed without stopping. 

Vicky began to cry. 

“Whoo…” 

“Wow…” 

At first it was a small cry, and in the end the whole person was crying. 

Alva sat there, watching her cry, not speaking, not moving. 

Such wanton crying, wanton tears, she seems to have never. 

It really is a pet. 

Used to. 

Vicky cried so much she slept. 

Alva picked her up, put her on the bed, and wiped the tears from her face with a 

hot towel. 

When she’s dry, look at her young, immature face, curved lips. 

Just a kid. 

Take the quilt to cover her, sit on the sofa, she propped up her head, eyes closed. 

There’s no way Uriah would buy Vicky’s father’s company because of her.