บททั้งหมดของ You're Mine: บทที่ 321 - บทที่ 330

“You don’t have to come!” Vivian stopped her without any hesitation. It was troublesome for Renne to do such a thing, so she could not ask her best friend to take an even bigger risk. “Use FedEx. Just wrap the money up nicely so that no one will know about it. Then, post it to me.” As she spoke, she glanced at the time on her watch. “You must post it to me today during office hours.” Vivian put down her phone and sat there quietly for a short while. Then, she picked up her document and went t

“Call the ambulance! Somebody, please call the ambulance!” Nervous, Vivian called for help immediately. She rushed toward Estelle and knelt down beside her. She wanted to take a look at her condition, but she didn't know where she could touch. Blood was seen oozing out of Estelle’s young body ceaselessly to the extent that she was almost soaked in her own blood. The last time Vivian had ever seen so much blood was when she had attacked the man who had sexually harassed her a few years ago. Est

However, Vivian didn’t use another hand to slap him. She stopped slapping him. Then, she started to tremble uncontrollably. Her lips were trembling, and she could not speak properly as she spat out hoarsely, “She was so young. You b*stard!”“I don’t want her to have my child!” He stared at her and said distinctly, “In this whole wide world, Vee, I just want you to have my child!” “Have your child? Do you want me to have your child?” Suddenly, she laughed softly. She could not even stop laughi

Vivian did not reply instantly. She fell silent for a moment before asking him, “Have you never had any nightmares before, Sean Jackson? Have you never dreamt about being haunted by those who lost their lives to you? I wonder how you are able to fall asleep everyday after committing so many atrocities.” Although Edward was taken aback by her blunt question at first, he soon came around. Plastering a faint grin across his face, he answered, “Even ghosts are afraid of the wicked. Like us humans,

Just as she was wondering what had happened, the door on the opposite side of the Konstantine’s house swung open. A middle-aged woman poked her head out and offered Vivian a kind smile. She said, “Are you looking for the Konstantins? I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed. Madam Konstantin was picked up by the ambulance this morning.” Vivian turned over to face the woman. However, before she could ask anything, the woman shook her head and sighed. “Her son passed away in a car crash last y