The son was a lie.
Sharing the same bed was a lie.
All these days of spending every day together, her smiles at him, her care for him, kneeling before him to apply medicine, even feeding him medicine as he slept...
Her holding their son as she sent him off to work, standing on tiptoes to give him that morning kiss...
All of it... was fake.
She didn't love him anymore, she hated him... a hatred that penetrated to the bone.
Mo Shiche hung his head low, his handsome face pale, a low growl of pain escaping from his throat—
Blood flowed down his arm, dropping to the ground, staining his eyes red.
Luo Qiangwei stood in front of him, in such a position that it appeared as though he was kneeling at her feet.
The bodyguards behind him were startled and hurriedly tried to step forward, but Luo Qiangwei raised her hand and aimed the gun at Mo Shiche's bent back, coldly saying, "All of you leave now, let our car go, or I'll shoot him and paralyze him with one bullet."
