Winson’s pov
Villson, you can rest assured that father will trap her all her life and make her painful all her life.
There was a knock at the door.
It's Wendy with a haggard face.
"Why do you come to me?"
Wendy bit her lip and sobbed, "I've come to say goodbye to you."
"Farewell?"
"I can't stand it any longer. Once I entered the house, Villson was everywhere. I kept him for two years, and I loved him so much."
She shook her head, covered her face with grief and cried.
"Since I came back from his funeral yesterday, I still can't forgive myself. I don't know why I should trust Villson to her."
"I can't live peacefully under the same roof with her any more. I don't want to... forgive her any more. Just treat me as if I have a hard heart. I... want to leave here."
"You don't have to go. It's Natashsa."
Wendy raised her eyes and said, "But... where can she go?"
"Winson, I'm back." It's Philip.
"Send that woman to the Animous Club."
Wendy was stunned: "Winson..."