Jay had no idea how he got back to Garden Of A Diary. Although he desired to run away from this suffocating place, he still found himself back here for some reason.
No matter how incompetent his wife was, he knew it i n his subconscious mind that he still cared and loved her, wanting nothing to happen to her.
Like a calling, love brought him back to Angeline. Despite that, he put on a confrontational expression o n his face once again.
When he opened the door of the villa, he saw Angeline sitting quietly on the couch. As their gazes met, his eyes were filled with a trace of anger, and she, a touch of guilt.
He walked up to her, holding his white blouse in his hand that was now stained with crimson blood. He looked down at her from above.
Angeline was forced to raise her head to look at his face. His mesmerizing face was shrouded in anger.
Angeline's countenance dimmed as she asked, "You went to the Ares family?"
Jay was slightly taken aback before a self-deprecating sneer emerged on his dashing face. Like a fool having
a pipe dream, he often had excessive expectations in hoping that she was not involved in any of those schemes and ploys.
Nevertheless, when he saw the knowing look on her face, he knew that not all of his mother's accusations were groundless.
"She’s my mother, Angeline. Have you ever thought of my feelings when you sent her to her doom?" The corners of Jay’s lips curled into an elegant sneer.
Angeline quivered. "Everything I do, Jaybie, I do it for you!"
Jay lost all control and snarled. "Don’t use all those high-sounding words with me. How can you even bring yourself to hurt my loved ones if you really love me?"
His snarls eventually turned into roars. "Angeline, do you know just how biased, narrow, and selfish your love is?"
Angeline nearly fell to the ground after taking hits upon hits of his accusations. Under her sleeves, her hands that had finally calmed down started shaking violently again.
The tension in her arm muscles flowed through her body like an electric current. In no time at all, she felt like her body was packed in a metal box. Her muscles were so tense that she was unable to move.
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