Chapter 1801: Chapter 1801

Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 1801 “When did you get back?” Chester pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose. “Other women are busy looking for financial backers, but you’re much more thoughtful. You’ve found a woman instead and even played up to the prime minister’s goddaughter. You’re quite capable.”

“Thanks,” Eliza replied calmly.

It was as if she could not hear the sarcasm at all.

Chester chuckled and suddenly bent down to whisper in her ear, “Welcome back, Eliza. It just so happens that I’ve been quite bored lately, so I don’t mind playing with you.”

Eliza glanced at him indifferently. “Unfortunately, I’m not interested in you.”

Then, she walked away.

Chester looked at her silhouette under the street light. She wore a wide trench coat that only vaguely revealed her two tightly wrapped straight and slender calves. Below, she wore a pair of white canvas shoes, showing her delicate ankles. Her long hair blew in the evening breeze, accentuating her excellent temperament.

Chester’s eyes flashed with a dark glint.

He smiled gloomily, and his phone suddenly rang.

It was Rodney calling. “Where are you? I’m going out of my mind. Catherine told me to buy a washboard…”

“Then buy one,” Chester said casually. “What the f*ck. Even you—”

“No matter how much of a scumbag I am, I won’t give away clothes that a woman bought for herself.”

Chester interrupted him.

Rodney choked. Just as he was about to say something, Chester had already hung up.

He was furious. ‘What was that all about? It’s because you’ve never gotten jealous before. When you get jealous, you’ll behave even worse than I did.

Rodney harrumphed in anger, but… wait. Jealous? What was he jealous of?

Rodney felt like he was going crazy.

After the Snow family left, only Catherine and a caretaker were left in the ward. However, the anesthetic was wearing off, and Freya could not sleep well from the pain.

In the wee hours, Freya’s parents and Forrest arrived from Melbourne.

As soon as Freya saw her parents, she could not help but hug her mother and start to cry. “Mom, I miss you so much. I thought I’d never see you again.”

“What are you talking about? You were only giving birth. It wouldn’t have killed you. But didn’t you say you were due next month? Why did you suddenly go into labor?” Mrs. Lynch was heartbroken. It was said that a woman was on the edge of life and death when she gave birth, but Mrs. Lynch was not there to accompany her daughter.

Freya did not say anything, and instead, she cried harder.

“What happened?” Mr. Lynch’s face sunk. “Did Rodney bully you?”

Freya sniffled and said hoarsely, “Mom, Dad, I want a divorce.”

Although she did not admit it, proposing a divorce was tantamount to indirectly admitting that Rodney had bullied her.

Forrest’s expression went cold, and he walked out without saying a word.

At that moment, Rodney steeled his nerves and walked in.