Phoebe Thorne regretted giving birth to the little one. Her thinking back then had been so foolish—she thought getting pregnant could win back her husband's heart. But the truth was, the man had no heart at all. Even if she died right in front of him, he would never change his mind.
'What am I going to do?!'
The atmosphere grew exceptionally heavy. The faces of the Thorne family members darkened, their chests filled with a rage they didn't know how to vent. They truly wished they could just slaughter that beast, Brian Chapman, but it was just a thought. Murder meant paying with your own life.
"I'm going to Wraven tomorrow! I'm gonna beat that bastard to death!"
Goldie Thorne cursed in anger. Since they couldn't get a divorce, he'd just break the bastard's three legs and teach him a harsh lesson.
