CHAPTER 440

Listening to her words josiah could not belp but feel a little anxious

After all, what he did to her before could also be said to be as serious as murder and arson,

his determination in keeping her clueless became firmer. “Joe, why aren‘t you talking Seeing his silence , Meredith asked suspiciously, “Have you ever done something like that?

“Of course not” Josiah came back to his senses and said, “We have quarreled, separated, and have ha d misunderstandings before, so I‘m worried that you would be angry with me or leave me like before wh en you find out.

“Edith, since you don‘t want to make breakfast for me, then come have breakfast with me? Josiah chan ged the subject.

“I don‘t want to!” Meredith turned around and ignored him.

She felt like she was wasting her breath. She just did not want to tell her about the past.

Josiah was helpless. “You need to have to eat breakfast eventually, right? I‘ll take you to work after eati ng, okay?”

“I don‘t need you to send me to work!” Meredith pushed him. “Josiah, you are so annoying, hurry up an d leave, I don‘t want to see you again!”

“...” Josiah was speechless.

This woman had a temper. Maybe she had spoiled her too much.

“You think I‘m annoying?” He grabbed her little hand and asked with great sadness, “Edith, are you sure?”

“I‘m pretty sure!” Meredith shook him off and strode into the room.

If he was not going to leave, then she would leave!

Josiah looked at her and could not help but have a headache.

The good and obedient Meredith was getting further and further away from him... Text © owned by .

Quinley stood at the door of the ward for a moment before knocking on the door and walking in.

On the hospital bed, Ysabelle was playing with her mobile phone. She did not even turn her head back when she heard the door open.

“Ysabelle, are you alright?” Quinley walked toward her with a light smile. “Shouldn‘t you be happy that y ou were granted medical parole?”

Ysabelle was just checking the news of the Leightons on her mobile phone. The Leightons had been a nnexed by the Shelby Group, her father was dead, and her mother was in prison.

The family was ruined, so how could she be happy?

“That‘s because I know that the people knocking on the door can‘t be my parents, nor can they be my good friends.” Ysabelle smiled bitterly. “When I wa s inside, I thought about it

every minute, and only when I came out did I realize it was not much different. It‘s not much better than prison.”

She had nothing left, and all she could was nothingness and indifference

Quinley reassured her, “Don‘t say that. In fact, everyone didn‘t dare to come to see you because they di

Ysabelle snorted coldly, “As long as Meredith doesn‘t die, nothing will change.”

Quinley curled the corners of her lips and said nothing.

Ysabelle added, “Besides, isn‘t it all like this in our circle? When you‘re good, everyone looks up to you. back then.

It was just that she had a good life and could use her daughter‘s death to regain the title of the young lad

“There are also special cases.” Quinley said, “Don‘t worry, since I have rescued you, I will be responsible for yo not let you starve and freeze.”

Ysabelle looked at the woman with delicate makeup in front of her. Then, she thought about her embarrassing self again, and there was a burst of bitterness in her heart.

She helped her to get rid of Maeve before she came out, and after she came out, she had to accept her