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Chapter 1173
Chapter 1173
?Chapter 1173: 530 Ajang_3 Chapter 1173: 530 Ajang_3 “Silly child, what nonsense are you talking about?
You can still keep me company even if you are married.”
“Cousin, thank you.
Right now, you’re the only one who can help me.” Seraphine Moore’s voice was filled with gratitude.
Catherine Liam said, “First, run away from home.
Don’t tell your parents.
I will send someone to pick you up.”
“Sure, cousin, I will listen to you.”
After Catherine Liam hung up the phone, she arranged for the driver to pick up Seraphine Moore.
Even though she didn’t agree with the way her aunt and uncle did things, there was one thing she did agree on: Seraphine Moore’s reputation was now ruined.
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At present, the only way out for her was to get married.
With the protection of the Liams, she’d be safe for the rest of her life.
But the person she will marry won’t be Adam Fish.
Catherine Liam thought and thought, but couldn’t think of a suitable candidate.
At that moment, she suddenly remembered what Seraphine Moore had said, “I only want to be with you in this life.”
Only when one becomes a wife do they realize how much is beyond their control.
Things won’t go the way you want them to.
She must choose a good family for Seraphine Moore to marry into.
Suddenly, Catherine Liam froze, a daring idea flashing through her mind.
Doesn’t he despise the Liams?
Doesn’t he despise Seraphine Moore?
If Seraphine Moore marries him, then he won’t have any reason to despise anything anymore.
Not only would this help Seraphine Moore, but it would also be revenge on Peter Aria, and stop that wild girl from wanting to marry into the Aria’s house.
It’s like killing three birds with one stone.
As for Peter Aria’s thoughts, they didn’t matter to her.
As they say, once rice is cooked, it’s too late for regrets.
There will be many people around tomorrow, which will be advantageous, and it will also fulfill the old lady’s wish.
It’s like having double happiness.
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Seraphine Moore got into the car and glanced at the driver, “Where are we going?”
The driver replied, “Madam instructed to take you to a house under her name.
All living supplies are ready there.
You will stay there temporarily.”
Seraphine Moore sighed, “In this world, only my cousin would treat me so kindly.”
She took out her phone and send a text message.
Seraphine Moore turned her head to look at her reflection in the car window, a feeling of satisfaction slowly appearing at the corners of her lips.
“Cousin, I hope you won’t disappoint me.”
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“A bright moon has risen onto the tree branch, gradually feeling the wind coming from the edge of the sleeve, at that moment when the moon reached the center of the waves, worldly cares and worries, suddenly all released…”.
“In a short while, the moon was reflected in the pond, and the sound of insects began to fill the air.
A bamboo mat was set up under the fence, and the old woman reported that the wine was warm and the food is ready.
Then, under the moonlight, we begin our feast, slightly tipsy…”.
The room was silent, leaving only the clear and warm voice of the man, like bright candlelight, illuminating the room.
The old woman in the rocking chair seemed to have sunk into a dream.
Peter Aria closed the book and placed it on the side.
He took a blanket to cover the old woman, his gestures gentle and patient.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from outside the window, wildly slamming against the glass in a way that instantly induced tension.
The old woman furrowed her brows, her face, once harshly etched by years of time, seemed to silently be telling a story.
Suddenly, she reached out her hand, frantically grasping in mid-air while murmuring something in a broken low voice, “Vanessa…”.
Peter Aria quickly held the old woman’s hand, offering his warmth as a source of strength.
The old woman suddenly opened her eyes wide.
Her foggy eyes gradually dilated, filled with fear.
“Vanessa…” she cried out in a heartbreaking scream.
Peter Aria knelt on the floor, holding the old woman’s hands tightly in his own, “I’m here.”
“Vanessa.” The old woman’s dry hands caressed Peter Aria’s face, from his forehead to his chin.
Suddenly, she pushed Peter Aria away, “No, you’re not my Vanessa.
Where’s my Vanessa…
Vanessa…”.
Peter Aria choked back a sob, murmuring, “Vanessa…”.
“It was you who hid her, give me back my Vanessa.” The old woman suddenly grabbed Peter Aria’s collar, coldly demanding an answer.
The wind wailed outside the window, causing the branches of the tree to sway.
There was no moonlight or starlight, the world seemed desolate.
Peter Aria shut his eyes for a moment, then soothed in a gentle voice, “Did you dream of Vanessa?
What does she look like?”
The old woman paused, her hand gradually loosening its grip.
“She’s beautiful, even more beautiful than I was when I was young.
She was standing among the flowers in our garden, smiling at me.
As I held her, she turned into smoke and disappeared.”
“She blamed me for losing her.
She cried, crying so heartbreakingly…
My girl…”.
“Don’t go…” The old woman suddenly cried out, falling from the wheelchair.
“Mom!” Peter Aria rushed to help her up, “Did you get hurt?”
The old woman simply shook her head stubbornly, repeating again and again, “Vanessa…
my Vanessa…”.
Peter Aria turned away, his eyes began to redden.
He had never hated someone as much as he did at that moment, as if he wanted to skin that person alive.