Second Marriage

It was Charlotte, who, standing next to Kennedy down in the dumps, suddenly raised her head and bawled.

Her voice precipitated the crowd into surprise.

No one expected that the pitiful and bullied lamb would go wild in defence of Kennedy!

“Who are you to say that about him?”

Since Mr. Reynold Moore talked with her at the study, Charlotte had realized that Kennedy was not treated sincerely in the family. Then her empathy for Kennedy grew, especially when she was not asked to have an abortion when she was expecting her child.

Because she was well aware of the sense of inferiority.

Failure to live without a wheelchair was a trauma painful enough for him, let alone when he was insulted as a good-for-nothing blatantly!

It would hurt Kennedy so much!

“Charlotte, why can’t I say it? I am just warning him out of kindness. Do you have any idea how much the dress is? You can’t afford it. Do you want that cripple to pay for it?” Milana sighed, showed a troubled face, and continued, “Actually, for the sake of years of your efforts to take care of my husband, if you kneel down and beg me right now, I might ask Aldrich to do you a favor.”

Charlotte was shivering with anger.

“Don’t get mad. It’s only 300,000 yuan. My husband is willing to pay only if I ask. After all I’ve been spoiling by him for years, unlike you, such a poor woman.”

Charlotte bristled with fury as the mistress of her ex-husband, though now his wife, was showing off. She couldn’t help but raise her hand, about to hit Milana’s face.

“Ah!” Milana, right before slapped, screamed and fell backwards, crying out, “I am so kind to help you, but you hit me in return. Look at the bitch, Aldrich!”

Aldrich rushed forward to hold her. Milana grabbed his arms, panted but complained, “Honey, she hits me. So ungrateful she is! Go teach her a lesson!”

was a little embarrassed as his wife had obviously not even touched by Charlotte’s hand. If he followed his wife’s instruction,

hurts my stomach. Do something

be good. She didn’t hit you.

weepy and grumbled, “Aldrich Donald, do you regain your passion for her? Don’t you love

no choice but to purse his lips and walk over to

on his as he approached. With guilt in his eyes, Aldrich said to

smile and replied, “So you’re gonna hit

sorry, but I ... must take

lower lip, then protested with tears in her eyes, “What did you want from me? I did so much for

some remorse, the woman behind him

eyes in despair as she prepared herself for

Her glistening teardrops fell.

turned swollen after the strike, but

my woman, Kennedy Moore’s

opened her eyes

by her side and reached to grasp

not been aware of his height. But now as he raised his hand, she was surprised by his noticeably high statue even when he remained in the wheelchair, which created a strong aura that could not be overwhelmed by the standing man in

it emerged as a strong headwind to

Is that what

second son of the Moore family! So is he the president of the Moore Group?

in the wheelchair ... God, how could we miss this just

about to ask who he is, not even aware that he’s the president of the Moore Group! Then who’s

seen her. But she must be someone to

heard all these