Shirley’s wheelchair stopped as Carter finished speaking.
A rare, cheerful smile appeared on Carter’s face when he saw Shirley stopped moving away from him.
“Shirley, I know that, in your heart, I’m an obsessive bastard right now, but no matter what, you’re still the only woman in my life.”
Upon hearing Carter’s answer, Shirley’s fingers gradually tightened around the switch of the wheelchair.
Tears surged in her eyes, but she resisted, refraining the tears from falling.
Additionally, she did not answer Carter. She silently pressed the switch on the wheelchair again, continuing her way to the door.
Carter quietly watched Shirley’s fading figure. His heartbeat was frantic, and his eyes darkened.
“Jeremy, you’ll soon get a taste of my pain.” As soon as Carter said this, his phone rang.
He glanced at his phone, and an intrigued smile appeared on the corner of his lips. “You’re finally here, Jeremy.” Carter said and left.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, his entourage hurriedly walked towards him.
“What’s the matter?” Carter asked in a chilly tone as he walked.
“Jeremy is at the door, ” the entourage reported.
Carter curled his lips into a cold smile. “ I’ve been waiting for him for a long time.”
After speaking, he quickened his pace and walked out.
The entourage glanced at Carter with uncertainty as if he was suspicious of something.
Jeremy had wanted to come to find Madeline the first chance he got, but his son had been suddenly kidnapped and returned, greatly delaying Jeremy. In fact, he also knew that all of this was Carter’s trap, but Jeremy could not simply abandon and neglect his son.
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