Chapter 1597: 702 Resentment Meeting_8 Chapter 1597: 702 Resentment Meeting_8 “If one regrets, then it surely wasn’t profound enough to be engraved on the heart, and how could it be called love?”
Randa looked tenderly at the young lady in front of her, “Don’t dwell on things that haven’t happened yet, as long as you’re happy right here, right now, that’s enough.”
“You’re right, I was being narrow-minded.”
Aubree suddenly stood up, “I’ll be leaving first, let me know when you’re leaving, and I’ll walk you out.”
“Even Liam doesn’t get such treatment; it seems I hold a significant place in your heart.”
Randa sent her off at the door with a smile, watching Aubree walking away, her smirk instantly fell.

Throwing herself onto the bed, Randa closed her eyes, allowing herself to sink in.

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What she said was true; falling in love with someone who would never reciprocate was like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing it was a dead-end but still going ahead resolutely.

I hope you’re happy.

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“Charmaine Dankworth?” Nikita Parker finds this name unfamiliar.

She could never have imagined that this woman had been playing games behind her back.

After hearing the reason, she found it more absurd and laughable.

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“Punish her severely by law, show no mercy.”
After everyone else had left, Nikita Parker walked into the patient room.

Peter Aria had successfully entered a less critical stage and was moved to a general room, though still unconscious.

On a sofa, his belongings were kept which the nurse had brought in; his clothes, mobile phone, and wallet.

Nikita glanced at it and suddenly took out an embroidered pouch from the bag.

Nikita glanced at the unconscious Peter on the hospital bed with a sigh, “Why do you have such a thing with you?

It must’ve been sent by a woman, right?

When you wake up, you have to explain to me what this is.”
Initially, it was just an ordinary pouch, but somehow, holding it in her hand, Nikita always had an unusual feeling.

There were traces of dried blood on the pouch, mixed with its original color and felt crumbly to touch.

She untied the drawstring of the pouch, inside it was a slightly twisted red string, and a note.

Written with small, delicate characters were words – keep something safe if you wear it close to you.

Fine, it really was sent by a woman.

Nikita realized that there was some sticky black substance on her fingers.

She reached into the pouch and found that the bottom was filled with the same thing with a smell as if something was burnt.

Based on her experience, Nikita judged that it should be the hair of a woman.

Who sent it to him?

Why is the hair burnt?

What is the intention of the other party?

Many questions flashed across Nikita’s mind in that instant.

“Aubree…” Peter’s weak voice came across.

Nikita immediately rushed over dropping what was in her hand; Peter had already weakly opened his eyes.

His eyes were not completely adjusted to the bright light, slightly squinting.

“You almost scared me to death.” Nikita pounced and embraced him, unable to keep the wetness away from her eyes.

“Don’t play such a joke on me in the future, it’s not fun at all.”
Peter slowly regained his senses, suddenly grabbed Nikita’s arm, held it tightly; Nikita couldn’t help but frown.

“Fanny, I’ve found our daughter.” Peter’s voice was hoarse, but resonant.

Nikita’s body trembled at once, and she suddenly looked up.

Peter’s eyes, full of blood threads, seemed to have a flickering flame; they were so bright, so fervent.

“You…” Know it all.

“Our biological daughter is right beside me, and I’ve never noticed.

I’m not a qualified father.”
Peter lifts the quilt as if to get out of bed, completely ignoring his injuries.

“Don’t move.” A tender voice fell from above him, his arm was caught, stopping him from doing anything further.

Peter’s body shook violently and gradually he lifts his head.

A young lady was standing in the stream of light, her young and beautiful face like the most delicate flower on the branch, her gentle eyes carrying a trace of shyness.

Their eyes meet, and Peter was at a loss of words.

Nikita suddenly burst into laughter, “You’re dumbstruck upon seeing your daughter, have nothing to say?

Weren’t you just more talkative?”
Peter suddenly laid back on the bed, turning his back to both.

“You both knew about it and deceived me, I’m angry.”
Aubree and Nikita looked at each other and smiled.

Nikita sighed, “Alright then, since you’re angry, we won’t disturb you here.

Heal well.

Aubree, let’s go home.”
As she finished, she took Aubree’s hand and started walking.

“Stop, who said you could leave?”
Peter sat up sulking, looking at Nikita, then at Aubree.