Bella Thompson had already packed up, but, anxiously looked forward to see Michael Marshall coming to pick them up and take them back to Serene City.
Until now, not a single call from Michael Marshall, not even a message from WeChat.
Seemingly, their conjugal affinity had long been nonexistent, Michael Marshall, the jerk, probably did not even want his son anymore.
Tomorrow would be New Year's Eve, a day that should be full of reunion, could they pass the day in peace?
Did she and her son even matter to the Marshall Family?
Bella Thompson coldly smiled, scornful gleams flickered in her eyes.
She felt a profound hatred for Michael Marshall's heartlessness and she found herself wishing ill-fortune upon every member of the Marshall family all the time.
She heard a knock at the door, Matthew Marshall came in, wheeled into his mother's room.
