Grace's blood turned cold. She couldn't believe the phone call she had just received was real.
Ernest Jones, Heinz Jones.
There were very few people in Northern City with the surname Jones, why didn't she think of that from the beginning?
Grace was a little shocked. She suddenly grew weak, and her soul seemed to have left her body.
She sat on the bed and couldn't regain her composure for the longest time.
He already had a son, no wonder he asked her that question back then.
How dare he humiliated her like that when he had a son himself? What right did he have to do so?
Was it because he was financially stronger so he could be so arrogant?
An unprecedented chill swept through Grace's whole body. Her blood ran cold, and she couldn't feel a trace of warmth.
Her whole heart was filled with uneasiness and bewilderment, as well as despair. The feeling of being broken to pieces overcame her again and the scattered fragments of memories appeared in her mind bit by bit.