You Are My One and Only
Chapter 212

Chapter 212

Chapter 212

Gwen stroked Adeline's back lightly and comforted her, "Your father and I will see to the end of thismatter. They will know that the Anistons must not be bullied. We will definitely make him pay for whathe did."

Adeline was crying so much that her makeup was all smeared. She looked at the guests, and they allhad a smile on their faces and looked so happy as they ate. How could they be so cruel? Did they notsee her being in such a heart-wrenching situation?

Everyone came to see her making a fool out of herself. She bit her lip and swore in her heart that shewould conquer Isaac, and that would serve as a slap on everyone's face.

She was the rightful Mrs. Arnold. Only she was worthy of Isaac.

…

After Patricia got into the van, the men were all eyeing her. From time to time, they stared at her chestand her leg that was exposed due to the high slit on her dress.

She quickly raised her hand to cover herself up, her eyes darkening. She was in such a hurry just nowthat she did not even have time to change her clothes. She needed to change her clothes later, orotherwise, it would get in the way of saving Sylvie.

One of the men stroked his chin and said, "Doad, you don't say. This woman is really beautiful. I havenever seen such a beautiful woman before. I wonder how beautiful she really is when we lay our handson her?"

Doad, who was sitting next to the man who just spoke, elbowed the man. "The other party is onlyasking for money. You better not do anything to her."

The fat man was a little disappointed when he heard that. "After we get the money, we'll have finishedthe job. What happens next has nothing to do with them, so let's do it after that."

Doad squinted. "Let's talk about that after getting the money."

Patricia clenched her hands tightly as she listened to these b*stards' words. She was itching to givethem a good beating. After she injured someone the last time, she had never beaten anyone again, butshe could no longer hold it in anymore. However, she thought of her daughter and quickly calmeddown. Whatever it was, rescuing Sylvie came first.

After driving for more than an hour, the van finally stopped.

Patricia asked, "Do you have spare clothes? If yes, lend me a set as it's too cold outside. If I go out likethis, I'll freeze to death."

She was in such a hurry when she left that she forgot to take her coat before getting into her car. Then,when she got home, she immediately got into their van. If she got out of the car like that, she wouldfreeze to death.

After all, it was the middle of winter now, and the temperature outside was only about 35 degrees

Fahrenheit. Doad glanced at her, then got out of the van and walked to the trunk. He took a dirtymilitary coat and threw it to her. "Put it on, then get out."

She hurriedly put on the coat. Although it was ugly, at least it kept her very warm.

She tore off the part of her skirt that hung below the coat and threw it aside, then buttoned up her coat.

The coat was just about the right size. She glanced down and saw that she was no longer wearing herheels; she might have accidentally left them somewhere when she was running. Now, she could onlygo barefoot and just thinking of that made her toes curl up.

She could already imagine the feeling of stepping on the icy ground, but this was not important at atime like this. The important thing was to replace Sylvie, comfort her, and make sure that she was notafraid.

Patricia stepped out of the van, and when the soles of her feet landed on the ground, it was so cold thatshe trembled. However, she did not hesitate and followed the two of them to the dilapidated residentialbuilding.

The stairs were dark and dirty, and the walls were covered with various small advertisements for thingslike lock-picking services, ointments, and jobs.

When they reached the first floor, the corridor lights flickered on, so Patricia gave the advertisements aglance.

Doad turned to look at her. "If you want to see your daughter, you better be quick." Patricia retractedher gaze and quickly followed behind him.

When they arrived on the sixth floor, the two knocked on one of the iron doors. A few minutes later,someone opened it and glanced at them. "Did you manage to bring her?"

The fat man pointed at Patricia. "She's the child's mother."

"Are you sure that she's not a police officer?"