During this time, Deangelo has been struggling with a tangle, not knowing what to do.


    He wanted to tell Dixon the truth of the matter, but Larissa repeatedly forced him to die.


    Deangelo loves Larissa, but feels ashamed of Dixon, but Larissa says she will find a chance to abort the baby as long as she can get married to Dixon after a year.


    In the face of her unscrupulousness, Deangelo is helpless, yet helpless.


    Seeing the development out of control, Deangelo finally could not resist, so she had the courage to stand up and reveal the truth.


    A word shocked four seats.


    The crowd were all shocked and looked incredulously at Deangelo, then at Larissa, and finally at Dixon.


    The struggling Larissa subconsciously looked at Dixon, but only to see him clutching the scriptures tightly, his bones faintly white, in the silence of the temple, can even hear the sound of his bones cking.


    Larissa’s heart was thumping, nervous, even breathing was slowed down a few points.


    Tears spilled from her eyes.


    She looked at Deangelo with red eyes, “Do you really want me to die?”


    That attitude, as if to say: if I really die this time, it must be forced by you to die.


    “You want to die, I’ll apany you.”


    When the truth was told, Deangelo became frank and rxed.


    On one side is his own brother, on the other side is the love of his heart.


    Because of Larissa, he hurt Dixon, a debt he should have paid.


    “You …” Larissa was speechless, staring at Deangelo in a daze, and fell to the ground in dismay.


    For a moment, even her brother Abraham Smith had nothing to say.


    Wrong, in her.


    Abraham Smith, as a brother, even feel disgraceful.


    Dixon, who was sitting on his knees, finally stopped being calm and slowly got up and walked over, his beady eyes looking at Larissa who was sitting on the floor, his hand holding the scripture couldn’t stop trembling.


    “Dixon, what do you want?”


    Abraham Smith saw that something was wrong and immediately tried to go forward to stop it, but was stopped by Morris.


    Deangelo mouth slightly open, want to exit to stop, but on second thought, he really does not seem to have any qualifications, so he turned around, turning his back on the pale Larissa, ignoring the ‘help message’ from her eyes.


    “Dixon, oooh … Dixon, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to … ah!”


    Larissa pale and feeble apology, naive words to say half, Dixon a p directly on her face.


    The p, with full force, directly pped Larissa to the ground, her head thumped on the floor, her cheek swollen and red at a speed visible to the naked eye.


    “Dixon, you try to touch my sister again!” Abraham Smith was furious, like a beast in a cage, hysterically growling and struggling, but being hamstrung by Morris and Danny, it was all for naught.


    “Dixon, I’m sorry …”


    Larissa trembled, frightened three souls lost like the seven spirits, the body shaking like sieve chaff.Original from N?velDrama.Org.


    Not to the woman’s hands, is Dixon’s bottom line of being a man.


    But Larissa has repeatedly touched his bottom line.


    “Sophie left L City, did you have anything to do with it?” Dixon held back his anger and gritted his teeth as he questioned.


    At this time, he was wearing a monk’s robe, looking down on Larissa, but his body was full of hostility, like a hellish rakshasa, with a fierce aura, as if to ughter all things.


    Larissa had never seen such an angry him, her mind was nk and she nodded uncontrobly, “Yes … yes, it’s me …”


    Suddenly, her short-circuited brain returned to normal, immediately shook his head like a rattle, “No, no, it’s okay with me, it’s really okay. Oooh … me … ah!”