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Chapter 859

Chapter 859

Peter frowned with confusion in his eyes.

He thought that when she woke up, she would be terrified, anxious. That she would scream. and cry. However, he didn’t expect her to be this calm, obsessed over Esme’s identity.

“She’s not Britney Thomas, is she?” Fia continued asking.

Peter looked into her eyes. They were like spring water, clean and unpolluted.

He suddenly remembered her own sister, Sally.

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He somehow realized why his sister would be attracted to the girl in front of him.

The two girls had something similar on them… It’s very easy for them to becattracted to one another.

However, this was his enemy’s daughter.

Not his sister.

He couldn’t show her any compassion.

“Peter,” Fia called out to him calmly and in a gentle tone. “Have you ever had insomnia for an entire night?”

She imitated Marcus’ tone as if talking to someone of the skind.

“It was so quiet, and the temperature was just right. It’s supposed to be easy to fall asleep, but for sreason, I just couldn’t. Ah, how I wish I could just have a good night’s sleep.”

Fia smiled in her lonesomeness. “Every day when night comes, I get scared. I’m scared that I can’t sleep, that I’ll remember all those terrible things, that I’ll have nightmares.”

Peter’s grip on the armrest suddenly tightened, as if he recalled something terrible from the past.

She looked away, looking into the dark corners, and said, “Sometimes, I feel like death is a blessing. I don’t have to be worried about anything. I don’t have to worry about being unable to sleep at night. Don’t have to worry about the emotional rollercoaster that I have to go through.”

Peter’s grip around the armrest tightened even more. It even creaked as it couldn’t handle the pressure.

The bruises on his face that Conrad left him with were mostly gone, but the veins popping on his face made him look even more terrifying as he held himself back.

“However…” Fia suddenly continued. “If I die, what will happen to the people that care about me? They’ll be filled with agony the moment they think about me!”

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“Your mother and grandmother are already dead!” Peter said maliciously. “They are the people that love you the most. Shouldn’t you go and accompany them soon?”

“I still have friends. Eileen, Sally, Evans…” When Fia remembered Conrad, she also remembered the moment when she saw him and the fake Britney together. She gritted her teeth.

Peter then coldly said, “But the man you love the most betrayed you again and again. He made you fall into the pit of despair. You live a life like a walking corpse. You should have just died.” “What about you?” Fia sneered. “You turned your back on what is right and the law. You help a woman that will never love you. Have you thought about your parents and Sally?”

Peter looked away. “What I did has nothing to do with them!”

“Even if you’re caught and judged by the law, their reputation will still be stained. Everyone will say that Sally has an older brother that’s a criminal whenever they see her. Sally is such a good doctor… But because of you, she’ll have to bear all this humiliation! Is that the kind of love you give her as her older brother? Even your parents will be laughed at after they pass away. People will say that they have raised a demon!”

“Shut up!” Peter stood up furiously and marched directly toward Fia, wanting to choke her with his own hands.

“They will live like living corpses!” Fia laughed vigorously. “Even if you killtoday, my soul is sanctified! But you? Even when they see you in the underworld, they’ll never forgive you!” Peter’s hand suddenly froze when Sally’s words erupted in his mind. ‘If you hurt Fia, I’ll never forgive you!’

Peter rapidly becagitated. He was like a caged beast as he paced back and forth in the room, punching the wall again and again.

It was as if two personalities were tearing him apart inside of him, torturing him.

“Why?!” he screamed out violently. “Why should I be kind and compassionate? What has the world offeredthat’s worth my compassion?!”