Unrequited Passion

Chapter 38 The Hate Buried In Astrid’s Heart!

That day, Alison tenderly held her hand and picked out her wedding dress with the utmost elegance and concern.

She smiled and said, "Astrid, you are so good. It is Blake’s luck to marry you. If he bullies you one day, I will help you!"

"Alison, Blake will not bully me. He said he will always protect me!"

"You do love him!"

"Blake is my husband and my favourite man. I will naturally protect him and give everything for him!"

At that time, Alison gently knocked her head, smiled warmly and said to her, "Astrid, although I am very happy to have a daughter-in-law like you by his side. But Astrid, you gave enough for Blake three years ago! Promise me, love yourself well in the future. Even if you love Blake most, don’t forget to love yourself well!"

"No, I want to give my all love to Blake!"

"Silly girl, you make me think Blake is not worthy of you!"

Alison said with a sigh, embracing Astrid in her arms.

At the end of the memory, Astrid never imagined that she and Blake would be in such a situation, hating each other to the bone.

Astrid kneeled in front of Alison's grave, and her tears were like a flood that could not be stopped.

While the tears were hot, her heart was cold.

Her fingertips were placed on the tombstone, and the cool wind kept running into her heart, "Alison, I’m here to see you!"

No matter her relationship with Blake, Alison gave her a warm harbour she had never had before. Since she was a child, although she was the Noelle family's daughter, her mother was not good to her, and her so-called father was only stern to her.

The most her father ever said to her was that she was the heiress of the Noelle family and she could not disgrace the whole family.

Until she met Blake's mother, she did not know that having a mother was a warm feeling.

"Alison, I’m sorry. I’m so late to see you. You will not blame me, right?" Astrid cried, tears had blurred her eyes, "Did you see Terry down there? Isn't he a good boy? I think that you would love him, and he would love you because you’re his grandma!"

Speaking of Terry, a shrill voice suddenly came to Astrid's mind. She knelt in front of Alison's grave with a pale face while the shrill voice grew louder and louder, and she heard it clearly...

"Blake, where are you? Save me... save me... It hurts..."

"Blake, save our child! Please..."

She seemed to see herself lying on the narrow cell bed, breathing heavily. Her pale face was covered with sweat and bright red blood.

The dirty white sheets were wet with blood and sweat.

It was the night she gave birth to Terry.

That heart-breaking pain made her fall into hell desperately. She couldn't escape, not even to relieve herself from the pain.

"I beg you to let me make a phone call, okay? Let me call him..."