My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 62

It seems that he is really serious about his intention to bear the divorce, not just talking about it.

Jocelyn helped Allen all the way out the door.

After last night's snowfall, the courtyard was white at this moment.

The maids and bodyguards were busy clearing the snow from the ground.

After greeting everyone, Jocelyn and Allen ran all the way out the door and continued running along the road.

The snow in the middle of the road had melted, only the ones on either side hadn't, and at the moment the sanitation workers were busy clearing it.

It was cold, but because of the exercise, they didn't feel cold at all.

After a few kilometres of running back and forth along the tarmac road in front of their home, they rest against the dry cherry trees in front of their home.

The two were back-to-back, equally out of breath, their clothes already soaked with sweat.

"A run like this can be really soothing." Allen said.

"Well ... Dad, are you in a better mood?" Jocelyn asked.

"Much better."

"Are you really planning to get a divorce?"

"Yes, I'm going to give her two hundred million, as well as a house, and let her leave my world now." As he spoke, Allen's face sank again, his brows knitted.

She could feel his reluctance, as well as his sadness. She felt guilty inside. She really didn't know if she was wrong to cause all these.

If he hadn't known anything, he would still be his happy self now, but there was nothing she could do about it, so much had to be done for him to know.

If there hadn't been all that hatred, she might have continued to put up with it for the sake of family harmony.

But now, she couldn't, everything before had shown her too much.

Sometimes putting up with someone doesn't get them to be friendly, it only gets them to be more aggressive.

When a person is too soft, anyone will want to squeeze them.

But if one were to put all that aside and just look at it from an absolutely rational perspective, she felt that her father had done the right thing by leaving Sara.

She was capable of even threatening the family's fortune in order to achieve her own goals, and there was no guarantee that such a woman would not do even more terrible things in the future.

It had not yet reached its grand finale, there were always variables, everything was still hard to say.

Jocelyn didn't say anything, she just silently hugged Allen and patted his back, "Okay, let's not talk about these unhappy things. Let's go back and take a shower, then have breakfast together."

"Okay."

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At the First Detention Centre, in cell 606, Sara and Gloria were working with the female inmates in the same cell to complete the task they had been assigned today: embroidering handkerchiefs.

Ten of them were sitting side by side on the bunk, all holding an embroidery support in their hands, carefully following the patterns and drawings on them.

In front of each of them were some pure white silk handkerchiefs waiting to be embroidered, usually a dozen or so, except that Gloria and Sara who had a lot.