Queen Revenge

I really want to ask why there’s such a big difference when it’s clear that the same mother, who spent time in Jane Hasis’ belly together, and had children who look exactly the same, were born together.

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I had already converged on the indignation of a moment ago, “You can not care whether this Yilia Young is true or false, but I am afraid that by the time this is really false, and still with some kind of purpose to enter into the Hill family, what will happen in the future, no one can predict, and then I am afraid that the loss will not be worth the gain. ”

“What’s the point?” Jane Hasis disdained: “In the beginning I can let your sister do not compete with you for anything, now amnesia has become coy, she can still turn what big waves, and so on a period of time I’ll find her a good family to marry, even if there is any purpose is useless.”

Jane Hasis is really good at math.

I remember when I first came back to the Hill family, I longed for a full family, and I wanted Jane Hasis’ attention, so I was obedient, and I wouldn’t argue with anything she said, and once Frank Hill wanted to take me and Bella Hill to a party for a rich man, which was actually a blind date for a rich man to choose a wife for his only son.

Jane Hasis was afraid I’d be looked at and pretended to be sick so I could be taken care of at home, and finally Bella Hill followed Frank Hill.

“I’m a little tired, so I’ll go back to Pear orchard.” I was afraid that if I stayed any longer with Jane Hasis, I would not be able to restrain the indignation in my heart.

“Bella, don’t go back this late, stay at the house tonight.” Jane Hasis said, “I’ve had all the sheets in your room changed …”

“SWEETHEART is a little sick, I’d better get back.”

I insisted on going back to Pear orchard and did not stay overnight at the Hill family.

When I got back to Pear orchard, I went to see sweetheart first, the little girl was still up this late, holding a paintbrush in her hand and doodling on a drawing board.

And for some reason, just spending time with SWEETHEART makes the tiredness go away.

I had been playing with sweetheart for a while when the cell phone in my pocket suddenly rang, it was Martin Mo calling.

At first I didn’t want to answer it, I hesitated for a while before connecting, it was very noisy over there, the deafening sound of music came from the earpiece, I subconsciously held it farther away.

“Alva, I miss you, I really do.”

He’s drunk, you can tell by the sound of his voice.

The voice interspersed with the cacophony of music was a nose-bleeder to the ear.

I did not speak for a long time, the end also after a long time did not speak, the noise gradually disappeared, he should be looking for a quiet place, suddenly I heard something ear-piercing electric current sound, as if the person and the phone fell together.

“Martin Mo?”

I shouted, and an unfamiliar man’s voice came from the other side of the phone, “Young Master Mo, I’ll help you.”

“Get lost, do I need you to help me, I just want to lie on the ground for a while.” Martin Mo was drunk.

After a while, the unfamiliar man’s helpless voice came from the phone, “Young Master Mo, the ground is cold, I’d better help you back to the private room.”

Martin Mo was ungrateful, and I could only judge what was going on over there by the sound of the voice, and the strange man eventually had no choice but to tell me to come over over the phone.

I sighed and rushed over to the address the man had given me.

Martin Mo was lying in a flower bed, covered in grass clippings and dust, messing with a sapling, saying over and over, “Alva, I miss you, will you be my wife.”

I’ve never seen Martin Mo so out of sorts, he’s a man who’s used to being spontaneous, but he wants to save face, he wants to look good, and he keeps up his image of poise and elegance at all times.

The strange man was a staff member of this club, and when he saw me coming, he also handed Martin Mo over to me and he went about his own business.

Drunk people are heavier than usual, and naturally I couldn’t afford to carry a rotting man, so I had to let him continue to lie in the flowerbed and slowly sober up.

Time passed, almost an hour, and Martin Mo sobered up a bit, got up from the flower bed, and was shocked to see me, “Alva, what are you doing here?”

He hastily straightened his appearance and patted the grass clippings and dust from his body.

“I didn’t want to show up here if you hadn’t mumbled over the phone.” I said in a bad mood, “Don’t embarrass yourself here, go back as soon as you wake up.”

I took a few steps, but heard no movement, and I turned back with a condensed step to see Martin Mo suddenly drooping his head and sitting against the edge of the flower bed in silence.

“Pretending to be deep.”

Martin Mo looked up and smiled to himself, “You go, don’t need to care about me, anyway, since I was a child, no one has ever cared about me, no father to love me, no mother to love me, and no girl to like me, doomed to be a loner.”

Knowing that he said that on purpose, I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

Whoever grows up in an orphanage doesn’t long for parental love and parental discipline, but even discipline is a luxury for us.

I walked over and stood in front of him, pursed my lips hesitantly and said, “Martin Mo, what the hell are you trying to pull, there are things I already said years ago and don’t want to say again.”

“Alva, are you happy?” Martin Mo suddenly bullheadedly asked me, “Are you happy with Walker Richter? Is he good to you? Is he devoted?”

I was stunned, suddenly remembering what Walker Richter had said before, that there was a price to pay for wanting his heart.

Martin Mo stood up, he was a head above me, “Alva, you’re not Ms. Richter at all, you’re Alva Hill, not Bella Hill, but I know that you must have moved on Walker Richter when you chose to stay in the the Richter family, otherwise with your temperament, you would have left long ago.”

I had expected Martin Mo to look into my past, and it seems that a lot of things no longer need to be explained by me, he already knows.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“You really know me.” I laughed bitterly and didn’t deny it, “I am in love with him.”

“He’s not right for you.” Martin Mo was suddenly emotional, squeezing my shoulders with both hands, breathing heavily, “Alva, leave him and I’ll give you everything you want to be Alva Hill again, bright and early.”

“Maybe I was wrong this time after all, maybe someday I’ll leave him, not now, and not because of you.” I looked at him and said, “I’ve always been clear about my feelings, and I’m clear about yours, but we’re meant to be.”

Some people are not destined to love each other for the rest of their lives, while others fall in love at first sight.

I couldn’t give Martin Mo what he wanted, so naturally I didn’t hang around and give him hope.

Martin Mo’s eyes flickered and he slowly let go of me, he took a step backward and when he raised his eyes to look at me again, he looked like a completely different person and snorted, “Alva, you still have the same temperament of not turning back until you hit the wall, by the way, do you know who I met at the clubhouse tonight? You have no change of heart for him, but Walker Richter, he went to the hotel with another woman.”

The word hotel is enough to get people thinking.

It would be a lie to say that I didn’t care at all, even as my mind subconsciously had already brainstormed images of Walker Richter in a hotel with someone.