The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 477

Janetta shook her head and squeezed out a bitter smile, “I’m not saying this to make you sympathize me and be my charity. I just want to tell you that I don’t want an unfaithful man and take my mother’s old path. Maybe, I have what they called a love phobia.”

Kent’s face changed slightly and his brows were furrowed. She just said that she would try to trust him and he had been making changes for her. How could it changed in an instant?

“Then you mean, you still don’t want to be with me?”

“If I don’t, will you let me go?”

“No,” Kent answered easily.

“Then your question was bullshit.”

“Janetta, you can’t overlook the changes I’ve made for you.” Even if Alan Hoyle was laughing at him, the love prodigal began to cultivate his character.

“I know. I’m not blind. So I’m willing to try to trust you again.”

It was a kind of sorrow for a woman to become a man’s accessory and couldn’t live herself after her man left her. Love could be betrayed and beaten, but it couldn’t be strong.

Kent stared at this woman seriously negotiating with him and staying with him. Since the start, she had planned for the worst to come. He really didn’t know what to feel.

The shadow of one’s youth could affect a person’s future, perhaps for a lifetime.

He hugged her tightly, “You know? We’re actually the same. The only difference is that it’s your father betrayed your family, but it’s my mother who betrayed my father and ran away with a rich man. At that time, I was only seven. My father and I begged her not to go, but she said that man could give her a jeweled life, living in a bungalow and villa, going out with luxury cars. Instead of being confined in a small alley, needing to fight to use the bathroom, worried someone would peep when taking a shower, and she had to prevent dirty water from splashing her. So, she preferred to be a mistress and refused to look back at me and my father. At the age of ten, my father died from alcohol. After that woman left, he fell into drinking habit. Every day after getting off work, he would drink to numb himself. Before this, he was a man who didn’t drink, smoke, gambling, and waste all of his money on himself. He would cook and do laundry every day after he got off work. After he died, the relatives didn’t take me in I had nowhere to go, but people always have to eat. I can be hungry, so I learned to steal, throw a fist, and to be reckless. All the children there were afraid of me, their parents all hated me. I was a thorn to their eyes, but I had no choice, I had to live. And that went on until I was fifteen. At that time, Dragon Gang was only a small gang. When they were fighting with other small gang, their boss was seriously injured. He was pursued to be killed, and passed out in the alley. I saved him and hid him in the house, in that 20-square-meter house—my father’s only inheritance for me. I used my stolen money to buy medicine and gauze for him, taking care of him for three days. Just like that, I was taken to the Dragon Gang by him and became his adopted son. I didn’t have to worry about starving every day anymore.”