Lucas's chest tightened, and he climbed back up from the tatami, walked to the wine cabinet, and took another bottle of wine from it.
Stella left.
She left with their child. Did she remember?
Remember how he once, ignoring her pleading, insisted on her getting rid of the child...
She said she hated him.
If she remembered, she would definitely take the child and stay far away from him, never letting him find them again.
"Bang—" Lucas slammed the wine bottle down on the glass table, making a piercing sound.
He looked like he had gone mad, punching the balcony's guardrail.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Each punch was with full force.
The skin on the back of his hand quickly chafed away, letting out a bloodstain, flowing along his fingers.
It seemed he couldn't feel the pain.
"Beautiful Uncle..." Zoe just reached the door and heard the commotion inside the room, anxiously pushed the door open, and was shocked at the scene before her.
