Chapter 951


    Chapter 951


    Even if he only had his right hand, essentially she wasn’t his opponent.


    Peter drove to the suburbs and after an hour, he stopped in front of a three-storey building. “Where…


    are we?”


    “Didn’t you miss your parents?” The locks were released.


    Esme looked through the window and saw some nted vegetables in the yard. After Conrad invited


    her parents to be his “guests”, Peter moved her parents to a different ce, somece more hidden


    than thest.


    “Thank you.” At this moment, she was really grateful to Peter.


    “Ha.” Peter sneered and didn’t say anything else.


    Seeing her parents moving the chairs to sit in the yard, Esme got out of the car and went to the front of


    the yard. She knocked on the door.


    Seeing Esme, Hank’s expression changed.


    He looked at Beth, whose gaze was a little dull, and said, “There are guests. I’ll get the door.” Beth


    nodded, and plucked at the petals on the table.


    The door outside the yard opened. “What happened to her?” Esme asked.


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    Hank sized up Esme in detail. “Why are you here?”


    Esme looked at him instantly.


    Hank exined, “Peter told me.”


    “So you know who I am?” Esme was a little caught off guard.


    “Yes, I do.” Hank turned his head to look back at his wife. “Your mother doesn’t know, so don’t show her


    any ws.”


    Esme was speechless. His words hurt her.


    “Don’t you have another woman and children outside?” she asked.


    Hank frowned. “Nothing like that happened. It’s all your mother’s assumptions.”


    Esme’s eyes dampened. “You really don’t have a family out there?”


    don’t know your


    “If I had, would I still stay with her here?” Hank sighed. “It’s not like you mother’s character. She is very


    suspicious, domineering, and stubborn. Some things clearly are not as she thought they are but she


    insists on thinking so! She really made everyone’s life miserable!”


    Esme lowered her head and wiped the tears off the corner of her eyes. “Then, do youck anything


    here?”


    Hank said, “Peter arranged everything very well. Since you’re able to keep your life, let go of your


    obsession with Conrad and properly live out your life with Peter.”


    Esme nodded, her heart feeling iparably bitter. She thought that Peter did everything for


    the sake of controlling her.


    “Hank, why haven’t the guests entered?” Beth got up and walked over, staring at Esme’s face that had


    be Britney’s face, not blinking for quite a few seconds.


    “You really look like my daughter.”


    Esme frowned before smiling. “Auntie, you are mistaken.”


    “Your eyes are really alike.” Beth held Esme’s hand. “Your mouth too, and your height.”


    Esme felt all out of sorts.


    In the past, she was never like this. She didn’t even know whether it was because she was feeling


    guilty for ruining their reputation.


    Or whether it was because she had a different face and could no longer call them Dad or Mom, or


    openly take care of them.


    “You’ve got the wrong person.” Hank held Beth’s hand and introduced Esme. “This is Esme’s friend, not


    Esme.”


    “Esme’s friend?” Beth smiled. “It’s quite nice of her friend to visit us.”


    Thinking that her daughter was dead, she started crying again.


    Hank sighed and said to Esme, “I have to get her back into the house.”


    Esme nodded. “It must be hard being alone.”


    Hank was hesitant, hugging a sobbing Beth as he said to Esme, “If there is nothing important, don’t


    keeping over. We are unable to help you much with the way we are now.”


    “I am not visiting you for help.” Esme exined, “I’m worried about you. Someone sent me a message


    and mentioned you. And I got worried.”