Amanda lifted her gaze, staring at Barry’s gloomy face.
With a cold laugh, she said, “What does it matter to you whether my child is alive or not?”
Barry’s expression eased somewhat, his eyes clearer than before.
That person… could really cure the poison!
Who exactly was it?
Amanda narrowed her eyes. Barry must pay the price for what he had done.
He wanted Carol to take the blame so he could live freely on his own? Dream on!
“So, you’re admitting that you are Amanda?” Barry stepped closer and closer, his sharp gaze as if he wanted to cut her into a thousand pieces. Because of this woman, he had lived in hell these past days.
Seeing her together with his uncle—it was unbearable.
This face, though a little different from the past, had the same pair of beautiful eyes.
The memory of
