Chapter 940: Chapter 939: Want to Go Back? Impossible

Make a scene?

Fiona Sutton never imagined that in Charles Northwood’s eyes, her actions were all just making a scene.

Instantly, her face was filled with a bitter smile.

"Charles Northwood, how I wish I never knew you!"

With a shout, Fiona Sutton’s tears fell instantly.

As strong as she used to be, she never thought there would be a day she would cry.

She pushed Charles Northwood away and walked out the grand gate with her suitcase.

With a bang, she fiercely closed the gate.

Shutting the door, Fiona Sutton leaned against the wall, tears streaming down, biting her lower lip tightly.

The tears kept flowing uncontrollably.

He didn’t come after her!

Not a word was said. With Charles Northwood’s strength, how could he not have stopped her just now?

If he really didn’t want her to leave, how could he not come out at all?

Fiona Sutton helplessly covered her mouth with her left hand, slowly squatting down against the wall.

Tear-filled and blurry eyes, a face full of helplessness.

The originally promising life seemed to have twisted from the moment she confessed to Charles Northwood.

Sometimes she wonders if her life would be different if she hadn’t met those two people in freshman year.

She wouldn’t have fallen for someone she shouldn’t have.

She also wouldn’t have met someone she wasn’t meant to meet.

Nor...would she be pregnant before marriage.

Between Fiona Sutton and Nia Mitchell, Charles Northwood chose Nia Mitchell.

After crying enough, Fiona Sutton slowly left with her suitcase.

Unbeknownst to her, in some corner, a pair of eyes were tightly watching her.

Following her steps, that person walked the path she had walked, silently watching her enter the campus.

Then, they remained there, waiting for a long time without leaving.

Fiona Sutton returned to the dormitory alone, with the thesis defense approaching, and if she returned to D City now, she would have to come back soon.

So it’s a bit uneconomical.

Thinking it over, she decided to stay in the dormitory, and leave after receiving her diploma.

For reasons unknown, although Yancy Hastings had already sacrificed himself, money was deposited into her account every week.

It’s likely something Yancy Hastings arranged before.

She doesn’t know when this money will stop coming, so she must spend it sparingly.

The next year, it’s absolutely impossible for her to work; having a child and all sorts of things require money, she suddenly worries about her future.

...

Sicily.

In the huge villa, after Shirley Grant finished wiping the table, she sat on a chair exhausted.

Beside her, stood five or six servants, just watching her.

Damn Andrew Davidson, rather than letting these servants work, he’d have them watch her.

What the hell kind of weirdo is he?

She scoffed, sitting on the chair like a dead fish.

"Miss Grant, the gentleman said to have you tidy up upstairs too."

Argh!

Shirley Grant sat in the chair silently rolling her eyes, simply unbelievable.

She wanted to refuse; she wasn’t here to work.

She had only herself to blame for getting into this mess.

It happened a day ago, she gritted her teeth looking at Andrew Davidson.

"You’d better send me back to A Country, then you’ll remain my savior, and I’ll repay you properly. Otherwise, you’ll be my enemy."

"I have plenty of enemies, one more makes no difference."

Andrew Davidson lit a cigarette while sitting on the sofa, Shirley Grant immediately frowned, pinching her small nose.

"It stinks; do you really have to smoke now?"

This man is truly tasteless, smoking in public places without realizing secondhand smoke is harmful to health?

Andrew Davidson glanced at Shirley Grant’s expression and smirked.

"Want to go back? Impossible."