The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Chapter 290 I apologize to you.

Look, this was her mother who could do this just for getting much money from her. Money was indeed the root of all evil.

Chloe Malan looked at the woman in front of her coldly. The woman was crying really poorly. The first time she cried so much in front of her, she almost felt softhearted. But now, even if she was accused by the public, even if others threw bottles to her when she was on the stage, she would be tough. The banknotes in her hand were torn off one by one, torn into pieces. She threw them into the air, falling down like snow.

Others were shocked. Aoba Hoyle's angry voice sounded, "How can you be like this? She is your mother anyway."

Chloe Malan watched him walk out from the crowd. He helped up the woman on the ground, and then approached her, as if she had done something heinous. His eyes which she originally felt sexy fixed on her indifferently.

Yes, she and he were not familiar. What happened yesterday was just an accident. Was it possible to expect this stranger to understand her? She smiled, but tears almost came out, "My mother? Is she worthy of being my mother?"

Aoba Hoyle shook his head, seemingly regretful, "It seems I really don't understand you."

Did he make an error of judgement? This woman was not kind? But she seemed to be kind.

"You don't have to understand me." Chloe Malan said coldly. She raised her head and said to the woman, "Mom, my dear mother, this is the last time I tell you no matter I have money or no money, I will never give you and my so-called father a penny in the future. I would rather give it to beggars on the street or torn to pieces, but I won’t give you any more. So, please stop letting me marry a rich man. Please stop performing this kind of the show on the street. Is my father sick or not? I have already

asked the doctor. He is in good health. He won’t die. During the past years, even if you didn’t get millions of money from me, but I almost gave eight or nine hundred thousand to you. Mom, my dear mother, I call you mom for the last time. I got divorced with the Lynn family. I left the family without bringing any money. You think I’m a burden. You feel shame on me. I can’t give you any benefits, so you threatened me to sever the relationship with me and kick me out of the house. You are so lazy and have a profligate son. Now you are out of money, then you come to me. I can’t afford to raise your desire. I’m not your source of easy money. When I was desperate, you gave me words ‘whether I die or live, it has nothing to do with you’. I will return this sentence to you. In the future, whether you live, die, sick or be poor will have nothing to do with me. You asked for it."

After finishing speaking, the crowd of onlookers was stunned. The woman who was making noise just now paled. It turned out that all the accusations were targeted at the wrong person. In the world, how could there be such parents?

Yes, how come she had such parents? Chloe Malan raised her head, blinked her eyes vigorously, then rushed away from the crowd. She walked fast, leaving a sympathetic gaze behind her.

The pain in her ankle almost made her fall, but how could this pain compare to the pain in her heart? Who was really willing to break with his parents?

If she hadn't been disappointed to the extreme and turned into despair, how could she be so ruthless?

Tears flew in the air. She ran faster and faster. She had told herself that she would no longer shed a tear for such family members, but she was really sad now.

After passing through Waittingbar, she didn't stop. How could she perform when she was in so bad mood?

She ran for several miles along the river bank in one breath until she lost her strength. She didn’t feel the painful in her ankle. She fell heavily to the ground and her palms scratched.

After she left, Aoba Hoyle grabbed the woman who made noise but wanted to sneak away, and asked fiercely, "Is what she said just now is true?"

The woman was stunned by his fierce momentum. Seeing him raising his fist, she thought that he was going to hit her. She hugged her head with guilty fright, "Don't hit me. Don't hit me." Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

He really wanted to hit this woman, but looking at her about the same age as his mother, he gritted his teeth, put his fist down, pushed her aside with a cold snort. Then he pushed aside the crowd. But he couldn’t find Chloe Malan.

He thought she went to Waittingbar. But when he ran in and asked, the bartender said that she hadn't come.

Yeah, if she was in a bad mood, she would hide somewhere to heal. But this street had relatively branched road. He was not familiar with it, and the light at night was not good. He really couldn't tell where she was going, so he had to look around aimlessly.

He really misunderstood her just now.

How could he make an error of judgement? But thinking of what she said, he felt anxious. He really knew too little about her. There were too many stories behind her.

He wanted to slap himself when he thought of that he had accused her just now.

But where was she?

She walked, but she actually ran faster than his car. Was this woman a long-distance running champion when she was young?