Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 555

Sylvia was baffled and dumbfounded.

But

What he said that day was not that bad. While discussing with her, he also restrained himself, which was a little fair.

But damn, she thought he was so untrustworthy and unreliable.

Arthur seemed to see through her thoughts.

"Sylvia, think about it carefully. Anyway, I came here with the greatest sincerity. It's all for the benefit of the children. This afternoon, we will pick up Chris and Hendrick together." He walked a few steps in the office and looked at the biscuits on the table. He picked up a piece with his right hand and threw it into his mouth.

Sylvia looked at him.

"Arthur, did you steal my dumplings and milk this morning?" she blurted out.

Arthur shook his head: "No."

"Are you sure you didn't take them?" Sylvia's voice was stern.

Arthur put his hands in his trouser pockets and shrugged: "Why are you becoming more and more stingy? It's just a few dumplings. No matter if I ate them or not, I'll pay for them, okay?"

Sylvia was very angry when she saw how carefree he was and how he didn't take things seriously.

What did she care about were those dumplings? What she was afraid of was how he came into her office.

"Okay, get busy. Remember, either cut off contact with Charles or stay with the children. It's your choice." After Arthur said a few more words, he raised his feet and walked away leisurely.

Sylvia was so angry that she was speechless.

Bridgewater’s old house.

"Does she still dare to come back?" A dark light flashed in Brent's eyes. She pushed their son Arthur off the cliff, and he almost died. He would never forget that misdeed.

Therefore, for so many years, although they were both alive, they had never contacted each other.

"There's nothing she dares not do." Wendy said angrily, "I think it's definitely very easy for her to come back this time. No, I have to remind Arthur not to be tricked by her."

Brent remained silent and said nothing, his eyes dark and bottomless.

The entrance of The British School of Paris.

"Sylvia, why don't you let Jennifer resume schooling here?" Arthur looked at the tall and majestic gate of the school and lit a cigarette, "I can remember that Jennifer liked coming to school here very much, and so did you. What changed?"

Sylvia's fingers entwined a strand of hair on her forehead and said indifferently: "It's good to leave the place that doesn't belong to her as soon as possible. I have already found a school for her. She will start the school tomorrow."