"Will you plan to get into a car accident and include your son in it?"
"I would rather the person in the car was me!"
Hot tears soaked the towel on her face. Liu Muyin, a rich woman in her fifties, suddenly covered her eyes with her hands and burst into tears.
Natasha Martin was stunned. A moment ago, she was an old woman whom she hated, but now, in front of her, it seemed that she was just a poor widow who had no one to rely on...
When she came to her senses, Natasha Martin was scared out of her wits. She quickly took a dry towel from the side and said, "Boss Liu, wipe it. Your mouth is bleeding..."
"I'm really envious of you, Miss Martin. The man who loves you is still with you." Liu Muyin's voice was wet and hoarse.
"Ah?" Natasha Martin was confused. "A... man who loves me?"
Who was it?
Zack? Her father?
They couldn't even get on top of each other. Clark was separated from her. Her father treated her as a tool for the Martin family.