Filed to story: Mr Williams Madame Is Dying Novel Free Online (Madison & Hunter)
Lisa charged at Alban, and a fight broke out.
She called for her brother, Angus Walker.
Angus, who was in the next room, wanted to go out.
His wife, who was doing her nails, pulled him back.
“What are you going out for? Alban’s venting the emotions he’s been bottling up.You might be beaten up as well if you go out there.”
“She’s my sister.We’re able to come this far thanks to her.You couldn’t have worn expensive clothes if not her.”
“What a joke.As you said, we were able to come this far thanks to her.Yes, life was good the past few years, but what about now? We have houses in the city and money, but we can’t use them at all.
“How long do we have to hide here? Lisa has offended someone we shouldn’t mess with.If it wasn’t for her, although we might not be that well-off, we wouldn’t need to live this kind of life.”
Standing by the door, Lisa overheard everything Terra said.
Who would’ve guessed that this was the very same person who always welcomed Lisa with a bright smile when she came home? Lisa booted the door open.
“So, this is how you think of me.”
Before this, it would take a single frown on Lisa’s face to make Terra nervous.
But now, Terra appeared indifferent while painting her nails.
“Alban should’ve gone all out.”
Hiram shot her a glare.
“Cut it out!”
“Did I say something wrong? We were doing so fine in Aldenvine.But we had to come all the way here because of her.You’re willing to tolerate it, but not me.”
“If you can’t take it, you might as well leave.No one’s stopping you,”barked Lisa with a swollen and bleeding face.
“Leave? You’ve offended the Heaths.Where else can we go? “
Terra kicked the stool next to her foot, giving Lisa a cold look.
“How frustrating.”Hiram sighed.
“Don’t take it to heart, Lisa.You’re not to be blamed.If it wasn’t for you, we would’ve been fishermen in that village.”
Instead of responding, Lisa muttered, “Is it really my fault?”
Lisa’s sole wish was to pave a bright future for her daughter so that she wouldn’t be looked down on like Lisa was during her younger days.
How did things turn out this way? Sitting by the door, Lisa stared blankly at the setting sunlight by the horizon.
It had only been a month and they had had enough of the solitude.
How could they embrace it for an eternity? An idea flashed across her mind.
Since she was the cause of it, how about going to the Heaths to beg for mercy for her family? She deemed that it was a good idea.
The next day, she realized that Krystal and Alban were gone! Lisa was so angry that she stomped on her foot.
Krystal couldn’t adapt to the mountains, so she wished to return to the city.
She must have gone crazy.
She wouldn’t be able to keep herself under the radar when identity verification was prevalent in conventional society.
The years spent with the Heath family had formed a bond between them, so it was possible that they could accept her.
The Heath family might let her off the hook, but what about Yale? Krystal held on to the last ray of hope
—her baby.
Yale might not do anything to her because of the baby.
Her first destination after leaving the mountain was the mall.She was ready to buy a few clothes for herself.
Surprisingly, she ran into Madison and Molly there.
Yale took the long way to pick Molly up, and she was nestled in his arms.
They didn’t act like siblings at all.
“Molly, you’re still recovering.Don’t tire yourself out.”
“I’m fine, Yale.I feel much better.Aren’t you busy these days? Why did you take the long way just to pick me up? It’s a waste of time.”
“Anything comes after you, Molly.”
Yale planted a kiss on Molly’s head.
Krystal’s heart dipped to the pit of her stomach.
Only then did Krystal realize that Yale had never regarded Molly as his sister! She had been deceived!
The person Yale loved was Molly! That explained his reaction back then.
What would that make Krystal, though? Her hand reached her slightly bulging belly as she stared at
Molly menacingly.
Why did she have to live like a rat in the gutter while Molly could enjoy the life and the man that once belonged to her?
This side of Yale was foreign to Krystal.
Even during the time he treated her well and smiled at her, it was different from the way he smiled at
Molly.
This was genuine love.
Even from his eyes, she could tell that he was smitten.
It was as though Molly was a fragile doll.
He genuinely cared for her, afraid that she might slip or fall at any time.
It was completely different from the facade he showed Krystal.
The cold revelation struck her, and a chill ran up to her from her feet.
Her face was void of color.
Even a fool knew what kind of person Yale was.
It turned out he had never once loved her.
His years of pursuit were simply a means to get acquainted with the Heath family.
Linus and Mason had tried to talk sense into her, but her head was teeming with ideas to take revenge on Hunter.
Their advice was like water off a duck’s back.
Finally, she realized how foolish she was.
Considering how Yale was willing to relinquish everything he had in the Kingston family for Molly, she held a special place in his heart.
She was above everything and anything.
Krystal stroked her belly, feeling her hope smothered.
Actually, she came back to beg Yale to let her off the hook.
By using their baby, she hoped they could live a good life together.
That hope was now replaced by a bitter taste.
Fortunately, she had found out about the couple’s relationship.
Otherwise, approaching Yale so rashly would result in a death wish.
Still, she could never tolerate how Molly had snatched her place and man away.
Krystal vowed to get back at Molly for this! Madison stopped in her tracks and looked back.
Molly noticed something was off and asked, “What’s the matter, Madison?”
Madison scanned behind them.
There was no one suspicious around, so she returned a smile.
“I must be seeing things.”
A second ago, her senses caught an unfriendly gaze on her.
But it seemed like she was imagining things.
A while after the group left the mall, Krystal sneaked out of the basement parking lot.
Her temporary stay was Alban’s old hideout—a basement under a bar.
It was a place the sunlight couldn’t reach.
The men turned it into a filthy place with all the smoking and drugs.
By the time Krystal returned, Alban was hovering over a young lady of her age on the couch.
The squeaky voice annoyed Krystal.
Although Krystal was rebellious, she had never mingled with these kinds of people.
They simply made her feel sick in the stomach.
She almost threw up there.
Her sophisticated upbringing was etched in her, making her the polar opposite of these barbarians.
Now that she had to depend on them, she forced herself to tolerate the situation.
“Are you done yet? I have something to talk to you about.”
She overlooked the two on the couch.
Alban retreated hastily, completely unbothered by the fact that his daughter was right next to him.
“Krystal, you’re looking for me? Are you out of money?”
He shoved the young lady away, who sized Krystal up before primping her skirt and lighting up a cigarette.
“Don’t act like my father.”
Disgusted, she would never acknowledge someone like him as her father.
“Fine, fine, fine.I’m not your father.”
Alban put himself lower than her, not because he cared about her but because the baby in her belly belonged to the Kingstons.
“I need your help.”
