Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 664

"Great-grandpa, don't be sad, I'm fine." Little Hendrick comforted his great grandpa first, and then looked at Arthur and said coolly: "Daddy, you don't like my mommy anyway. If Chris and I are your children, how does that matter? You can just marry another woman, and she can give you many little boys and girls. You don't have to worry about us. Get these bad guys out and shoot them."

When Amelia heard this, her heart almost jumped out of her chest. Oh my god, the little villain, Hendrick, could even say such a thing. He was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of death.

"No, cousin, you must not do it. I am still young and I don't want to die." She looked at Arthur and cried.

"Little guy, if you talk again I'll beat you to death." At that time, the man behind him hit Hendrick on the head again.

In an instant, Hendrick felt as if his head was about to expand. It hurt so much.

"I'm not lying to you. My dad doesn't like my mom at all. He likes that old witch Sheryl, and he likes Elaine the most. It's useless for you to hold us hostage, so why not hold his daughter Elaine? For her, my dad will definitely be willing to make an exchange with you," Hendrick shouted unwillingly.

Clara looked at him: "Hendrick, aren't you afraid of death at all? It's so good to be alive. You are the eldest young master of the Bridgewater family. You can eat whatever you want, play whatever you want. If you die, you will face monsters and demons when you go to the King of Hell. You won’t even have to eat, please make your father agree to our terms, and then your aunt will take you to the United States."

The more Hendrick showed that he didn't care about life and death, the more inexplicably panicked Clara became. In this confrontation, unless Arthur took into account the safety of Amelia and Hendrick, would he be willing to exchange with them and send them out safely, otherwise, she has no way to survive.

If Hendrick cried and begged, it would disrupt Arthur's will to a certain extent, but this little guy seemed to have a strong will and was not even afraid to live or die.

That was really beyond her expectations.

Hendrick was lifted high, his stomach was turbulent, and he was extremely uncomfortable. He cursed loudly: "You bastard, you won't let me die in a nice way. Do you have to throw me to death? My nose will be bruised and my face will be swollen. I will be so ugly."

Sylvia burst into tears upon hearing this.

There were footsteps outside, and soon, a bunch of police officers arrived, surrounding the living room, and their black muzzles were pointed inside.

Arthur's eyes were dark and bottomless, his fingers were clenched, but his eyes could not show any emotion, because the more he cared, the more rampant the gangsters would be.

"Quickly, let them go and send us out safely, otherwise, I will throw him to death first." At this time, the man holding Hendrick was even more panicked, he shouted loudly, and pretended to want to throw Hendrick down.