All Chapters of Why the Crocodile Tears?: Chapter 571 - Chapter 580

"What did you just say?" Leon, Sebastian, and Isla looked completely stunned.Even Anathea paused and turned to look at Hannah.But Hannah's voice was calm and devoid of emotion. "Let them die. I'm done.""You ungrateful bitch! What the hell are you saying?" Sebastian snapped first. "Don't you forget, if it weren't for us, you would've been sold off as someone's child bride! You wouldn't have gone to school and become a celebrity! How dare you turn your back on us—""You didn't raise me!" Hannah finally cracked. The memories of her childhood were painful. They were something she never wanted to revisit for the rest of her life.But at this moment, she forced herself to peel back that old, long-healed scar, exposing it raw and bleeding once again."I raised myself. I scavenged through trash for discarded bottles and cardboard and sold them at the recycling center for money."I waited outside supermarkets at midnight, hoping the clerks would throw out expired food so I could bring

Hannah froze mid-step. Her body stiffened like her feet had been nailed to the ground. Slowly, she turned around.Leon let out a smug laugh. The second he saw the change in her expression, he knew that he'd gambled right.That little girl was Hannah's greatest weakness.Leon stepped forward, yanked off the lid of a water barrel beside him, and pulled out a small sleeping figure—Chloe.Hannah's pupils contracted at once. "Chloe!"Even Anathea looked shocked. She hadn't expected Leon to go so far as to abduct Chloe just to threaten Hannah.Hannah shouted Chloe's name again and again, but the latter didn't stir. Her eyes stayed shut."What did you do to my daughter?" Hannah's voice shook with panic."She was making too much noise, so I gave her a little sleeping pill," Leon said with a twisted grin while pinching Chloe's cheek. "Quiet now, isn't she?""You sick bastard!" Hannah's fury erupted as she lunged forward.But Leon was already holding a knife to Chloe's neck. "Take one

A familiar scent drifted faintly through the air, wrapping around Hannah just like what had happened in the past.She looked up, dazed. The moment her eyes landed on the same face from eight years ago, the tears she'd been holding back broke free."Do…." She opened her mouth to speak, but her voice came out hoarse and broken.When Dominic saw her tear-streaked face, he pressed his lips into a tight line. He reached out and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumb.Then he pulled her into his arms and gently comforted her. "It's over. You're safe."Hannah just sat there, stunned. It felt like her soul had been knocked out of her body.Seeing that, Anathea stepped forward and gently took Chloe from Hannah's arms. She brushed a hand over the little girl's cheek and said to Hannah, "Don't worry. She's alright."At that moment, the tension Hannah had been holding onto finally snapped, like a thread pulled too tight for too long. She collapsed against Dominic's chest and

"What are you doing?" Anathea instinctively tried to pull her hand back."You burned yourself. Didn't you notice?" Gregory frowned.Only then did she see the red mark blooming on her wrist. The pain hit her all at once."Thea, are you okay?" Chloe grabbed her hand, her voice full of worry. "It's my fault…"If she hadn't tried to take the bowl, it wouldn't have spilled, and Anathea wouldn't have gotten hurt."I'm fine, Chloe. Don't worry," Anathea soothed her gently. Only when she saw Chloe hadn't been burned did she let out a breath of relief. "As long as you're okay.""Thea, you should tend to your hand.""Okay."As soon as Anathea said that, Gregory pulled her toward the restroom while tossing a quick order over his shoulder for Martin to look after Chloe.His strides were long, and Anathea almost stumbled trying to keep up. When she looked up and saw his darkened expression, she paused. "Are you angry?"Gregory didn't answer. But the tight set of his jaw gave her all the c

The Rolls-Royce pulled up outside a neighborhood in Castenea late at night, and a man with a towering figure stepped out of the car. The streetlights elongated his shadow, which looked forlorn and distant, as if its owner carried with him a storied past.Gregory looked up at the 15th floor of the apartment building before him and at the light coming from the windows. His gaze darkened.This was the apartment Anathea had moved into after returning from Grendova. It was near her workplace, and the area seemed nice. The only problem was that the apartment was too far from Gregory.He lowered his gaze, his assistant's words still ringing in his ears. "Mrs. Sinclair invited Mr. Harrington up to her place for tea. He's been in there for some time—"Gregory had hung up before he heard the full details, his face grim and stony. A gradual storm brewed in his eyes, and the air around him was chilly. Even the passers-by gave him a wide berth out of caution.In long strides, Gregory entered t