Good bye You Never Love Me novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197 Don't Move

"Your father, Frank Harrison, is a fucking scumbag! My mother would not have died of a devastating illness but for his cruelty!"

Stefan's pupils shrank slightly. Dying of a devastating illness was a mere excuse!

This time, he hit Rhys' nose.

"You think your mother didn't do wrong?"

Rhys felt the stab of pain clearly from his nose; he knew his nose might be broken.

His smoldered anger flared up-

"She was wrong. So what? Frank was a hypocrite, so you are!"

From Rhys' perspective, no matter how wrong his mother was, she had provided for him for four years and still tried hard to put him somewhere before dying.

How about Frank?

Why did he watch her die and do nothing?

Martha had no way to intervene. She saw that Rhys' nose was bleeding and shouted urgently, "Calm down! Enough!"

However, Stefan felt annoyed at her persuasion.

Rhys' mother schemed on his father while Rhys played a despicable trick on him and tried to take Martha away from him.

Damn it!

"If you didn't force Martha in an underhand way, she wouldn't divorce me!"

Stefan raised his leg angrily and gave Rhys a kick in his belly again.

But Rhys dodged his attack and sneered, "Just wake up, you hypocrite. Without my bone marrow, your son is bound to die!"

The child needed his bone marrow. However, his father was self-righteous and fractious.

Rhys seemed to have some idea. He looked at Stefan contemptuously and sneered at him with harsh words-

"Jimmy's disease is your retribution!"

These words were like knives that stabbed into Stefan's heart.

His pupils shrank and he darted forward to give several punches to Rhys.

They grappled with each other again, but more violently.

Martha bit her lower lip hard. She didn't think they would hurt her.

"Stop!"

Immediately, Stefan frowned and stooped to comfort her,

"Are you OK?"

Rhys also frowned but kept silent.

Martha bit her lip and said in an unpleasant tone, "I'm fine."

The man stared at the blood and disapproved of her in his mind.

He frowned hard and scooped her up in his arms.

"Put me down..."

Martha struggled to get rid of him, but Stefan didn't listen to her.

As his anger vanished, what he cared about was only her wound...

"Let's go to hospital."

Martha still tried to break free.

Stefan looked serious and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move. All right?"