Chapter 1269


    From that night on, she didn''t love him anymore.


    Standing there, Luke was still carrying that bag.


    He frowned, staring somewhat disgustedly at it.


    He then looked around. The cars and buses wereing and going. There were few cabs in this


    area.


    He muttered a curse and called his assistant to drive over.


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    After ten minutes, the assistant came.


    Seeing Luke carry the dirty bag, the assistant froze.


    He then quickly got out of the car.


    He hurriedly took the bag, saying, "Mr. Bennington, please get in the car. I''ll throw i t."


    The bag was handed over to the assistant. Luke stepped into the car while seeing the assistant


    going to the nearby garbage bin with the bag.


    The assistant somehow reminded him of that woman''s back. Luke said, "Come back. Put it into the


    trunk."


    The assistant looked down at the soiled bag in confusion.


    Wasn''t this garbage?


    Why did Mr. Bennington keep it?


    As they returned to the vi, Brad was eating.


    He was much better behaved than before, not making any noise, though he didn''t speak, like a


    puppet.


    Brandy could only let out a long sigh.


    Luke was quiet enough.


    Now, even the lively boy became like him.


    If things continued like this, Brad would be a copy of his father.


    The vi was as dull as an ice cer.


    Brandy nced at Luke, who was also having his dinner.


    Luke was annoyed after being treated indifferently by Eileen.


    The father and son ate in silence with stolid faces.


    After dinner, the two remained wordless. Luke went upstairs.


    He threw his coat on the bed and called hiswyer to ask him about the distribution of property in


    the divorce.


    "Mr. Bennington, Ms. Barton refused the two properties and the check. Her only request is to leave


    those things to Brad. I''ve reported it to you.”


    Luke grunted without saying anything else.


    Thewyer did say that, but he didn''t care a t all, so he ignored it back then.


    He was a little curious and surprised. She didn''t ept the things he gave her.


    His face tightened as he tapped on the phone with his long, thin fingers. He made a call, talking to


    someone in a low voice.


    Back in her house, Eileen turned on the light. The room was as empty as her heart. She was


    floating in this world, lonely. No one could help or apany her. She felt a s if there was a bloody


    hole in her heart.


    She was tired, really tired.


    gued by indescribable fatigue, she squatted down on the floor.


    Brad wasn''t here. She couldn''t hear his warm words or hold him in her arms while sleeping. Her


    world was deserted.


    She quietly wrapped her hands around her knees, burying her head between her legs.


    Only in this way could she feel less lonely and desperate.


    She thought that she couldn''t work as a street vendor anymore.


    After all, she used to be Luke''s wife and had been in the Lanechett’s newspapers. Some people


    knew her.


    If someone purposely photographed her and spread it on the Inte or in the newspapers, what


    would everyone think of Brad?


    He went to one of the top posh schools in Lanechett, so that would be a humiliation for him.


    Indeed, she could no longer remain in such a sorry state.


    She didn''t care, but what about Brad?


    The future was gloomy as if she was in a sandstorm. The sand whistled and hurt her eyes. She


    couldn’t see any hope.


    The chemotherapy was imminent. She felt burdened by the bad things, breathless. Shey tossing


    and turning all night.