Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

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Peter frowned, asking as he could not quite understand, “Are you and Fia very close?”

“No. However, just how innocent is she? Just because she is gentle and kind, all of you charge at her!” Barbara got mad just thinking about it.

“Then what about Britney?” Peter said sarcastically. “This time, she was the one who suddenly changed sides. Just how great of a harm has she caused Fia?”

That was precisely why Barbara wanted to do a little something.

Peter continued, “You wouldn’t possibly be trying to redeem Britney’s crimes, would you?”

Barbara replied, “It’s up to you to think what you want. Even if you want my father’s company to go bankrupt, that’s fine! I just want you to help expose Esme and not let her continue harming people!”

“I can’t do it.” Peter lowered his gaze. “The person she is relying on holds the lifeline of many people in his hands.”

He raised his head, and revealed a rare helpless smile.

“Barbara, now it is not about me helping just because I want to. I also have family members. Before I do anything, I need to take them into consideration.”

Barbara was not a fool. Although he was speaking vaguely, she could understand what he

meant.

“So if no one is holding your lifeline, will you help me out?”

“I have already walked to such a point. Why would you still count on me?” Peter found it very funny. “Could it be that everything that Britney has endured is not enough for all of you to see that I don’t have a conscience at all!”

After he finished speaking, he turned around to return home, no longer wishing to talk further with Barbara.

The more he spoke, the more his heart felt like it was being gnawed at!

He did not wish to turn into a madman!

If he was bad, then he was bad. If he was dirty, then he was dirty. How could things be as they originally were!

“If Esme died, would you take revenge for her!” Barbara shouted in a moment of anxiousness. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Peter’s footsteps halted as he turned around to look at her with a complicated gaze.

“Barbara, a thing like her is not worth dirtying your hands for!”

Barbara smiled. “However, I have no choice. I don’t know how to bring my sister back and I don’t know what to do… All this started because of her. Only by her death could it be solved!”

Peter recalled the once innocent and kind Britney. “Britney would not hope for you to follow in her footsteps.”

“You’re not her!” Barbara shouted, displeased. “You are also an involved party! For that rubbish, you harmed Britney. You should die with Esme!”

Peter smiled faintly, not retorting.

He simply repeated, “Britney would not hope for you to follow in her footsteps.”

Barbara wiped away her falling tears strongly. “You will all get your retribution!”

Peter replied, “Esme will pay the price for her own doing sooner or later. You don’t have to be anxious.”

“You’re not worried! You love her so much and have done so much for her!” Barbara lost control of her emotions that she started hitting Peter with her bag.

Peter remained expressionless as he grabbed Barbara’s arms and pinched them.

She tripped as she fell into his arms. He leaned close to her ear and said something very quickly and softly.

Barbara froze, wanting to ask more.

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All she heard was Peter warning. “Don’t show any flaws. Someone is watching us.” Barbara sensitively thought of something, and started beating Peter like a shrew. She hit Peter’s left hand and he was in so much pain that he frowned. He pushed Barbara away on reflex.

Barbara fell to the ground, cursing ruthlessly. “Peter, I curse you! You will get a hundred times, a thousand times over in retribution for what you caused Britney to suffer!”

Peter smiled wickedly. “As the eldest daughter of the Thomases, you better think of how to keep your family safe!”

He swept a glance from the corner of his eyes at a nearby bush and turned to enter the Hall residence.

Barbara sat on the ground to rest for a couple of seconds before standing up, still scolding. As she got ready to get into the car, she saw a skinny figure walk out from the bush.