Chapter 332

“Husband!!” Erin, with red eyes, rushed over in a state of irrationality. “How could you say such a thing? Bessie is your daughter; how can you cut off ties with her?!”

She lunged at Samuel, trying to soften his heart, desperate to prevent him from slapping her in front of the cameras.

“She was just a stepdaughter; when did she become my daughter? If you don’t agree with my decision, fine, then let’s get divorced!”

Erin fell to the ground, covering her face and looking up in disbelief. The surrounding reporters grew even more excited and began taking pictures of the two.

Ophelia finished watching the livestream and leisurely put away her phone. This live broadcast made her happy all day, and she even ate an extra half bowl of rice when she went back at noon.

But it wasn’t over yet. She once again drew attention to the Greene family’s situation and soon discovered that Samuel had exerted great effort to pull strings and spare Bessie from imprisonment, but not for Bessie’s benefit. It was simply because he didn’t want the Greene family to have someone in jail.

Afterwards, the relationship wasn't completely severed, as he still had someone send Bessie to the countryside with no intention of bringing her back. He had truly given up on Bessie, and Erin couldn’t accept this outcome. They had a big fight, and he threatened her with divorce. In the end, Erin weighed the pros and cons and had to sadly give up on their daughter.

And Bessie, who had just ruined her reputation, broken off her engagement, and crippled her legs, hadn't even recovered, yet she became the stepdaughter kicked out by the Greene family, sent to the countryside with no hope for a better future! How could she bear it? After shouting and making a scene, she directly fainted in tears. But this did not change Samuel’s decision.

The night before Bessie was taken away, Ophelia had a long-awaited dream of the scene where she died tragically in the streets in her past life. She woke up in a cold sweat and immediately went to find Winford. When she looked up and saw that familiar handsome face, she suddenly felt relieved and buried herself in his arms.

Winford woke up as soon as she had the nightmare. She had been calling out for help, and upon seeing her distressed state, he quickly embraced her. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I had a nightmare.” She dreamt that she didn’t have a rebirth, that once she died, she died for good, never having the chance to see him again, filled with regrets, and no chance to make amends.

“It’s okay, I’m here. All the nightmares are fake,” Winford gently patted his wife’s back and kissed her hair, soothingly whispering.

Ophelia cherished rubbing her head against his chest, feeling the solidness, knowing that this person was real, and the lingering fear in her heart slowly subsided. I looked up at him again and saw the tenderness in his eyes. My heart was instantly filled with a sense of luck.

What did she do to make Winford, who was high and cold-hearted, love her and pamper her so gently?

“Husband… kiss me…” Her heart surged; she moved in his arms and whispered.

Winford’s eyes dimmed, and he caressed her cheek with his palm, “Don’t want to sleep?”

She shook her head and looked at him with admiration. As Winford turned over, he planted a kiss.