Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 390

Anathea stared into Gregory’s red–rimmed eyes. She should be the one asking what the hell he wanted. He locked her up at home and took away her phone, severing all her ties to the outside world. What the hell did he want?

But none of those questions mattered now. She met Gregory’s gaze and sald coldly, “I don’t want to stay by your side. I don’t want to be trapped. I want to stay far away from you.”

Those words stabbed Gregory’s heart like a dagger–It felt far more painful than any wound he’d ever endured.

“No way!” He ground his teeth. “Don’t even think about it!”

As Anathea glanced at his expression, she felt intimidated. He looked just like a raging beast right now. His eyes were blazing with bloodlust and menace. It was terrifying.

But just as she braced herself for a wild outburst, Gregory swallowed his emotions hard, released her, and pressed the divider between the front and back seats.

Then, he gave Dexter a cold command. “Go home.”

Dexter blinked in surprise.

Based on previous experience, he’d expected a storm to hit any second, given the powerful, oppressive presence Gregory was exuding.

But nothing had happened.

“Drive!” Gregory barked, as if redirecting all his fury toward Anathea.

Dexter jumped and started the engine.

Anathea quickly spoke up. “No, I’m not going back! I’m going to the hospital to see my dad!”

She reached for the door, but Gregory grabbed her wrist firmly.

“Let go!” She struggled, but his grip only tightened. “I just want to see my dad!”

“I said, he’s fine!” Gregory snapped, frowning.

“Then why won’t you let me see him?” she shot back.

Gregory paused, then replied harshly, “Because I don’t want him to have it easy.”

Anathea froze. Her heart sank at the hatred dripping from his words.

“Why should a ruthless murderer walk free and be allowed to reunite with his family? Why?”

“But my dad isn’t a murderer!” Anathea’s eyes reddened as she argued. “The evidence is all circumstantial. You forced him in there! You’re just trying to get revenge!”

Gregory’s brow furrowed deeper. “Revenge for what?”

She wanted to say, “For setting you up to marry me back then.” But the words caught in her throat. It was too humiliating to say those words out loud.

She exhaled slowly and made a decision. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a box cutter.

“What, trying to stab me again?” Gregory sneered. “One stab wasn’t enough, so you want another stab to yent your anger?”

He leaned close, like he didn’t care if he died right then. “Come on. Try me.”

“No, I’m not stabbing you.” Anathea’s face was calm. She already knew Gregory’s temper–he was a reckless madman who feared nothing.

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Chapter 390

So she flipped the blade toward her own neck, right where the arteries ran.

“Anathea!” Sure enough, that single move completely threw Gregory off balance. “Stop!”

“Then let me see my dad!” she said firmly.

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