She could no longer continue, choked, pushed him away, and turned to leave the study room.

At this time, Vanny was about to go to his room. When he saw her, he shouted, "Mom!"

She forced a smile at him but was afraid that he would see her tears, so she lowered her head and pushed open the door, closing it behind her.

She leaned against the door, her tears dripping down.

It turned out that he was still the cold and ruthless man like before. No one was allowed to disobey him!

He was still so cold and terrible. She had been confused by his performance at this time. In the end, he was still that kind of person, never changing once.

Why didn't he trust her? Even if it was for Vanny?

Why was it her fault when he saw her talking to Howard? Was he so unconfident in her?

And he still wanted to beat her!

There was still a stinging pain in her neck. She looked in the mirror and saw a red mark on her fair neck.

She choked heavily again and cried even louder.

He hit her. He wanted to strangle her to death!

That big bastard Wyatt!

At the same time, Wyatt, who was in the study room, watched her running away. There were all kinds of emotions in his eyes. He wanted to stop her, but he couldn't say it. In the end, he could only sit there like a statue.

Vanny was sent to his exclusive bed by Jenna.

Jenna was a person who specially took care of him. She had worked for Windsor family for five years and treated Vanny like her child.

She carefully covered Vanny with the quilt and turned off the light for him. Just as she was about to open the door and leave, she suddenly heard Vanny say in a low voice, "Mom cried just now."

Jenna paused and did not speak.

Vanny continued, "Mom cried just now. I saw it. I wanted to comfort her, but I felt that Mom might not like me doing this. What do you think, auntie Jenna?"

Jenna smiled and said gently, "You are a smart child. You are right, madam may not like you doing this."

"Then it seems that what I did was right, but Mom was crying. Did Dad bully her?" Without waiting for Jenna to reply, he continued, "No, Daddy is so good. How could he make Mommy cry?"

Jenna thought it might not be the case, so she said to him, "That is possible. If Vanny wants to know, you can ask madam tomorrow."

"Yes, I think so too, but I'm worried about her," Vanny said sadly. The moonlight shone through the window and sprinkled a clear light on his little face. He had a melancholy that only adults would have.

"Don't worry, madam might be in a bad mood. Listen, master has already gone to comfort her, right?"

At this time, Vanny also heard his father's steady footsteps gradually come. Then he stopped at their bedroom. He could not help but smile. "Yes, Mom will be happy when Dad comes."

"Yes." Jenna said with a smile. "So, Vanny, hurry up and go to sleep. You'll be able to see madam be happy again tomorrow."

"Yes." Vanny stretched out a hand from under his little blanket and waved it. "Good night, auntie Jenna."

Jenna touched his little head and sighed in her heart. It was better if all things were as simple as the child thought.

That night, no one had a good sleep.

Even Howard and Ashley were the same.