Queen Revenge

I didn’t respond for a moment as Fin Wilson took the lead in the car and added, “Get in.”

I thought Fin Wilson was trying to give me a ride, and I quickly said, “No, I’ll just take a cab.”

“It’s New Year’s Eve, let’s spend it together.”

Fin Wilson almost scared me with that.

She didn’t even give me the benefit of the doubt when Walker Richter was around, and now that he’s gone, she’s trying to get close to me.

The thought that maybe it was a gray hair that made a difference to Fin Wilson, I hesitated for a moment to get in the car and gave the address where I lived.

Fin Wilson told the driver to drive, and we didn’t communicate at all along the way. sweetheart was in good spirits, crawling around in the car and curiously leaning out the window to look at the drifting snow outside.

When we got to where I was staying, Fin Wilson let the driver go back first, and I walked ahead to lead the way with SWEETHEART in my arms.

The single room I live in is very small, only about twenty square feet, the kitchen living room bedroom are connected together, when I enter the room, I put sweetheart on the floor, a little embarrassed to Fin Wilson, “The place is a little small, you sit here, I’ll get you some water.”

Fin Wilson surveyed my place and asked me, “You live alone? How come you’re not back in THE Hill family?”

I couldn’t tell Fin Wilson about my affair with THE Hill family, and casually said, “It’s more comfortable to live alone, and it’s conveniently close to where I work.”

I poured her a glass of plain water with a couple of tea leaves.

Normally I don’t drink tea, but I do have quite a bit of wine in the fridge that I drink when I can’t sleep.

Fin Wilson rewarded me by drinking the tea I made, and she seemed to remember something, and there was sadness in her eyes, “It’s far worse than the tea Walker made.”

Naturally, I can’t compete with Walker Richter when it comes to the art of tea.

At the mention of Walker Richter, the air suddenly quieted down, sweetheart curiously looked at me and then at Fin Wilson, the little girl seemed to be able to sense our sadness, she walked up to Fin Wilson, took Fin Wilson’s hand, and called out in a childish voice, “Grandma. ”

Fin Wilson’s eyes instantly moistened and he took SWEETHEART in his arms, “Good granddaughter.”

The tip of my nose was also sore.

Fin Wilson said remorsefully, “I should never have agreed to Walker marrying Susan Su in the first place, otherwise, nothing would have happened to Walker, and the Richter Group wouldn’t have fallen into the hands of the house of Joyce Parvis.”

What does this have to do with Susan Su?

“What do you mean?” I asked, “When exactly did Walker start getting sick, and did you already know?”

Fin Wilson shook his head, “If I had known, I wouldn’t have let Walker fight Ben Richter, to fight for any company, family fortune, where are these things as important as my son.”

Fin Wilson has gray hair in her hair, she is in her middle age, but she has no son, now the Richter familyBen Richter has one hand in the world, and Joyce Parvis is afraid that she will not let Fin Wilson have a good time, and her life in the Richter family must be very difficult.

People always wait until they lose before they regret it.

I still regret why I went to Ben Richter, why I went to the prom, why I hated him, the words I hid in my heart, why I didn’t tell him.

Now a thousand words are spoken, but there is no longer a chance to say them.

I pulled tissues and gave them to Fin Wilson, relieving her, “Walker would not want to see the tears of his loved ones who loved him in heaven.”

Fin Wilson wiped the tears from his eyes, clenched his hands tightly and pounded his chest, “I repent.”

It is simply impossible to get a mother out of the pain of losing her son. With the passage of time, what heals is only on the surface, and the wounds at the bottom of the heart only fester, and the slightest mention of it will cause pain to the bone marrow.

I didn’t try to talk her out of it and waited for her to slowly calm down on her own.

Fin Wilson ate dinner at my place before he left, and I didn’t expect that this New Year’s Eve dinner would be with Fin Wilson and sweetheart, and at that time I wondered if Walker Richter, who was in the sky, would be a little happier in his heart when he saw this scene.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

After the meal, I sent Fin Wilson downstairs, sweetheart was already asleep, Fin Wilson didn’t ask the driver to pick her up, she gave me an address when she left, “Come over and see sweetheart when you’re free, the kid likes you quite a bit.”

Fin Wilson gave a different address than Clearwater.

I was a little taken aback when Fin Wilson smiled bitterly and said, “This is my current address, I moved out of my old house.”

A home only needs one matriarch, and with Joyce Parvis around, Fin Wilson, who doesn’t have a son to back her up, naturally has to step aside.

I wrote down the address, “I’ll be sure to visit SWEETHEART often when I can.”

After a pause, I asked, “Sweetheart’s real mother, do you know who she is? She’s without a father now, she can’t be without a mother …”

Fin Wilson cooled his face and interrupted, “I don’t know, sweetheart is Walker’s only child and I’m not going to let anyone take her away from me.”

I know that sweetheart is Fin Wilson’s only support right now, and I didn’t think that just mentioning sweetheart’s birth mother would get such a big reaction from Fin Wilson.

She hailed a cab and left.

On New Year’s Eve, just after midnight, Martin Mo sent me a huge red envelope, which I confiscated and replied back to him, “I appreciate it.”

Fiona Croix also stepped in to send her well wishes, and Ulysses Will didn’t miss a beat when he asked me, “Are you used to living away?”

“One is free.”

I answered back and then put my phone on silent and tucked in to sleep.

One is free, yet alone, and the covers can be cold all night and the pillows can be wet.

I counted the days until Walker Richter left.

One month, two months, three months …

Time marched on, but he took root and sprouted and branched out in my heart, never to be forgotten.

Living by the book heals external wounds.

Walker Richter is no longer with us, the Richter family has nothing to do with me, and the name Susan Su is very far away from me. I met Susan Su again at a cocktail party, where Martin Mo asked me to be his date, and I had to follow him.

Susan Su didn’t marry into the Richter family as she had hoped, and she wasn’t exactly a member of the Richter family after all; she had no shortage of suitors, given her excellent qualifications in all areas.

I came out of the restroom to get some air in the back garden and ran right into Susan Su pulling and tugging with a man under the acacia tree.

“When the hell are you going to marry me, I’ve waited long enough, how long do you want me to wait? Until your wife dies of an illness?”

Susan Su’s new love interest turns out to be a family man?

The man’s back was to me and he couldn’t see his face.

I had no interest in eavesdropping, nor did I want to bump into Susan Su and get into trouble, and was about to turn around and leave when I heard a familiar voice.

“I forbid you to curse her, she’ll be fine, she’ll be fine.”

Who is this if not Ben Richter’s voice.

I’m shocked as hell that the guy Susan Su likes is Ben Richter?

It’s only been a few months since Walker Richter’s death, yet Susan Su is forcing Ben Richter to marry her, and listening to what she just said, she’s been waiting for more than five months, which means that it’s Ben Richter that Susan Su has her heart set on marrying, so the purpose of her staying by Walker Richter’s side… …

Fine thoughts.

I recalled seeing both Susan Su and Ben Richter at Jetfast Logistics once, when Susan Su looked at Ben Richter differently.