Welcome To My Life

Seeing Hamish, Stanley’s expression suddenly became gloomy, "Mr. Francis, I didn’t expect that you are so shameless. How dare you come to her?"

Hamish walked in, looked at Isobel lying on the bed, frowned, and then looked up at Stanley, "She owes me something."

"Do you want her to die?"

Hamish snorted coldly, "Want her to die?"

He said, pausing for a moment, and continued, "No. It’s too easy to kill her. I want to torture her slowly."

Stanley couldn’t help swearing and raised his hand to hit Hamish. But Hamish dodged his fist. Hamish held his fist and said, "Mr. Shaw, what’s your relationship with her? Why are you hitting me?"

He said sarcastically, "Isobel is really charming. She used to be pursued by Eduard, and now you like her, too."

"Hamish, it was just an accident. Why do vent your anger on her? Are you still a man?"

When Stanley mentioned what happened many years ago, Hamish’s expression became terrible, "Accident? If Thomas Lewis hadn’t driven drunk, my parents wouldn’t have died on the spot!"

"But what does it have to do with her?"

"Her last name is Lewis. What do you think it has to do with her?"

"That explains a lot."

The weak female voice came from the bed, and both of them were stunned.

Isobel sat up straight in bed and looked at Hamish. She looked a little pale, and there wasn’t a trace of emotion in her eyes. "So, I’ll give you my life, Hamish?"

When she said these words, there was no fluctuation in her tone, but her voice was very hoarse.

With that, she suddenly pulled out the needle from the back of her hand, then quickly took the fruit knife on the nightstand, pulled out the scabbard, and then went to Hamish, with the knife to her heart, "Since you hate me so much, I’ll give you my life."

Then she took Hamish’s hand, held the knife and wanted to stab it hard into her heart.

But she didn’t feel the pain. Hamish threw the knife on the ground and sneered, "It’s easy to kill you, but I want to make your life a living hell. And don’t forget, Isobel, you owe me a child!"

that, Hamish turned around and

Stanley saw Hamish leave. After a while, he looked back at Isobel, "Are you

picked up the knife and pressed it on the artery of

and looked up at Stanley, "What do

I told you that Hamish is not a good man? Why don’t you listen to me? You’ve been with him for three years.

angry. His roar could almost dismantle

amazement. After a while, she

thought that it was a joke that

you to like me."

and found that she was standing on the

she was barefoot. She sat back in the bed, looked at the remaining potion, hesitated and asked, "Shall

the bell and looked

he really

looked at his

wanted to know why she liked

she liked Stanley, wasn’t

that her love was slowly ruined

Did she regret it?

Of course, she did.

use crying

for another

day of discharge, Stanley came to pick her

of the flowers that appeared in front of her house every day when she was 18 years old. She could not help but step back

down the unlighted cigarette from his mouth and looked at her, "Why? Now you’re cured and sober, so you start

shook her

suddenly

but his love had

time, her cell

number. Isobel hesitated and finally answered the

why did you