Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 117

"But it's a pity you can no longer reside here. Leave. Gazing at it won't change anything. This place isn't yours," he declared arrogantly.

'If not for my son, I wouldn't even set foot here.'

Though cursing inwardly, Sylvia extended her hand to grasp his arm and pleaded,

"Mr. Bridgewater, please. Let me go in and have a look tonight, alright? Just a brief visit, and then I'll leave."

"No."

"Mr. Bridgewater, I simply wish to have a glimpse. I harbor no ill intentions." The blood from her palms stained his pristine white shirt.

The night breeze carried the scent of blood. She lifted her head, offering him a charming smile.

Arthur's eyes narrowed, and he spoke with a somber expression, "You attempted to kill me with a knife earlier today, and now you're here at my house scaling the wall right in front of me. Do you truly believe I can't handle you?"

He suddenly felt a twinge of unease, wondering why he was engaging in an argument with this erratic woman.

Observing that the blood from her palm continued to flow, he abruptly seized her arm, lifted her, and briskly walked indoors.

"Go find the family doctor, get yourself bandaged, and then leave. Don't let me catch sight of you again." He deposited her at the health center's entrance and swiftly headed towards the house.

"Arthur, did my sister leave? Where is she?" Sheryl approached him, inquiring gently.

Suddenly noticing the bloodstains on his sleeve, she exclaimed in surprise, "Arthur, where are you injured? Hurry, I'll fetch the first aid kit."

"No need, you go and rest. I'm fine," he said calmly and headed towards the bathroom.

Sheryl followed him tenderly, "Arthur, I've filled the bathtub with water and placed clothes on the towel rack."

"Alright, thank you," Arthur said as he entered the bathroom. When he pivoted to close the door, he found Sheryl standing before him, clad in nothing beneath her sheer pajamas—more alluring and sensual than the last time.

"I want one million dollars," Hendrick declared without hesitation.

Arthur was taken aback. "Why does a five-year-old need so much money?"

"I don't care, I just want the money!" Hendrick shouted fiercely.

"What are you interested in? I'll buy it for you if you like something." Arthur assumed Hendrick had set his eyes on another toy or something tasty and stylish, so he inquired right away.

"No, I want money." Hendrick was unexpectedly steadfast and resolute.

"No, children can't have such a large sum of money." Arthur's expression turned serious.

Despite being the wealthiest family, the Bridgewaters lived a modest life, especially when it came to the education of their children. How could a five-year-old possibly need so much money?

"Hmph, you're being stingy." Hendrick was quite displeased, turning around and walking away.