Todos os capítulos de Why the Crocodile Tears?: Capítulo 401 - Capítulo 410

Hannah blanched as old memories played through her mind. She'd been so intent on convincing Dominic that she was a money-grubbing liar that she made up countless lies, one of which was that she'd be willing to trade her child away for career resources!However, Hannah didn't think Dominic, who had been so infuriated as to storm out on her then, would now turn around and promise to return her resources."What are you playing at?" Her voice was grave and icy. She suddenly realized she couldn't understand Dominic at all. He'd been the one to break things off with her for good the last time, only to unceremoniously shove her and Chloe into his car without warning when they met again!And now, he was openly assessing her with amusement. However, instead of answering Hannah's question, he cut a look at Chloe and asked, "What's your name, kid?"Chloe's brows furrowed. She refused to speak to him. So what if he was good-looking? Anyone who picked on Hannah was bound to be a big meanie!

Chloe blinked. "My father?""Chloe—" Hannah made to stop Chloe from answering Dominic's question.However, Chloe shook her head at that moment and said with something like disappointment, "I don't have a father.""You don't have one?" A thoughtful look flashed in Dominic's eyes. He glanced at Hannah and asked, "Is that true?"Even as Hannah gulped instinctively, she feigned nonchalance and said, "He's just an ex-boyfriend who doesn't deserve to be brought up in conversation, let alone be Chloe's dad.""Which ex-boyfriend are we talking about?" Dominic pressed."That's none of your business." Hannah's tone was icy and sharp. "Why should I tell you everything? It's not like we're close."Dominic snorted in disbelief at the offhanded remark. How dare she say they weren't close? He prodded his molars with his tongue as he threw Hannah a look so scathing she could have died from a thousand cuts. "You're a bona fide ingrate, Hannah."Hannah turned away, refusing to look at him. "Le

Before Gregory could finish his sentence, the man who was bound cut him off with a groan and a hard shake of his head. Seeing this, Gregory froze, then swallowed the rest of his words."Did I say you could talk?" Michael seethed as he struck the man hard across the face.At the sight of this, Gregory's bodyguards moved forward."Come near me if you dare!" Michael dodged behind the man and fished out a dagger, pressing the blade against the man's throat.Only then did Gregory raise his hand to stop his bodyguards. He furtively glanced at the man. Blood trickled from the corner of the man's mouth where Michael had struck him, but his expression was hardened by steely resolve. He was covered in wounds, big and small, indicating that he'd been roughed up. The blood that soaked through his shirt had dried too. And yet, he showed no sign of fear.Gregory suppressed his impulses and stared at the man as if he were a stranger.At that moment, Martin bit out icily, "Michael, did you t

As the rain outside the window grew heavier, Anathea helped Xander put aside the tools they used for his art project.Xander stared at the raindrops that seemingly grew denser outside the window. "What a downpour, huh, Mom? Do you think the angels are crying in heaven?""Maybe," Anathea replied with a smile. Children tended to have rich imaginations."Mrs. Sinclair, dinner's ready," Jenny said, entering the room.Anathea nodded and left for the dining room with Xander.Suddenly, bright lightning split the sky, and the deafening boom of thunder cracked through the air. Xander nearly leaped out of his skin. He clung to Anathea's leg. "Mom, I'm scared…""Don't be scared. It's just thunder," Anathea comforted him gently as she cast a sidelong glance at the rain outside. It was as if a hole had been ripped open in the sky, and all the water in the clouds came pouring down, veiling the city in gray sheets of rain."Why isn't Mr. Sinclair home yet? It's getting late," Cyrus remarked wo

After a while, the rain gradually stopped. Droplets of water slid along the veins of the leaves and fell into the puddles softly, sending ripples spreading outward.The morning sunlight broke through the clouds and streamed into the guest room, casting its light onto the bed.Gregory had already changed out of his soaked clothes. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was steady. He had his arm wrapped around Anathea's waist, holding her in his embrace, his chin resting on the back of her head.It was as if only the faint scent on Anathea's body could lull Gregory into peaceful sleep.Anathea had already opened her eyes. She'd woken up earlier than he did and had originally planned to start her day. But Gregory held her tightly, refusing to let her go.Anathea was helpless, but the scene from last night replayed in her mind.She had never seen the usually domineering man on his knees before her, clutching her and sobbing uncontrollably. He kept mumbling for her not to go, and he