I stared at the screen, my fingertips feeling cold.
He knew how to control me so well. I could give up other things, but I must take back the quilt.
[Okay.]
That quilt, my mother, Helena Wijnbergen, spent three months of her precious time and energy to make it.
She who never touched needles and thread had their fingers pricked and covered with blood.
On the eve of the wedding, she even smiled and stuffed the quilt into my hand, saying, "Dear, I wish you happiness for the rest of your life."
Soon, I arrived, but my belongings in front of the villa were gone.
Only half an hour.
I said I would come, so was he so impatient to kick me out?
My anger suddenly surged up and I pushed open the door of the villa and rushed in.
The moment I pushed the door open, I felt like I was falling into an icy cave.
Margot Leander sat on the edge of the dining table. Cornell held her waist with both hands, his cheek pressed against her bulging belly, his eyes and brows were dazzlingly gentle.
"Cornell!" Margot exclaimed softly. "The baby kicked me."
He immediately got closer to her, with a smile on his face that I had never seen before. "So naughty, just like when you were a kid."