Bleeding Love

Chapter 32 Memory Hurts

A man pulled Rosalie's wheelchair.

Rosalie was panic and hurriedly looked up at Daphne.

When Daphne saw a man come out of nowhere, she swore in a low voice and turned away.

She was careless!

Rosalie looked at Daphne instantly disappear, could not help but curl her lips.

She did not expect this.

The man next to her looked at her with pitying and sympathetic expression.

...

“I have all the materials ready, please have a look.” A subordinate brought a stack of documents to

Spencer's desk.

Spencer opened and his expression became dignified after reading it.

By the time he had turned the page over, his face was as black as the sky outside the window.

Where no one was looking, the hands of Spencer trembled slightly.

How could that be?

How could that be?

How could Aleena not be a murderer?

How could Aleena not be the perpetrator of Rosalie's gang rape a few years ago?

He had hated her for so many years, had gotten even with her for so many years, and now he knew he

was getting even with the wrong person?

So...Was he wrong from the start?

What had he been doing all these years?

He read the materials over and over and called his subordinates again.

The answer was that the information was not mistaken. This number belonged to Daphne. It was her

who instructed others to gang rape Rosalie a few years ago.

Aleena was badly sick. When she came over, she sent a text message to Rosalie with her mobile

phone, so Rosalie came to take care of her.

By that time, Aleena had been sent to the hospital, and the text messages on her phone had been

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So then the story went off track.

Spencer stared blankly at the documents in his hands.

Why on earth? Why had he condemned Aleena to death without a thorough investigation?

Daphne and Rosalie had no conflict of interest, why would she do that to Rosalie?

Spencer suddenly woke up after thinking.

Travis!

It had to be said that Daphne had played good cards.

Rosalie was just a victim.

Daphne did not like Aleena, but she liked Travis, which was obvious to everyone.

If Aleena was known to do that dirty things, Travis must have bad impression on her.

And as the elder sister of Aleena, she knew Aleena liked Spencer, and Rosalie was his first love, so,

when he learned that Aleena hurt his first love, he would not let go of Aleena.

Travis would hate her, Rosalie would hate her, and he himself would hate her.

In this case, there was no need for Daphne to do anything, because these three people could make

Aleena suffer.

Although Travis had always believed in Aleena, Rosalie and he had been hurting the innocent Aleena.

Now it seemed that the purpose of Daphne was indeed achieved, and even beyond the expected

damage she could think of.

Spencer lowered his head and buried his face in his hands.

Suddenly, the face of Aleena appeared before his eyes.

Pale, cowardly, powerless, miserable...

They were all sad expression.

From the beginning she was confused, and then she explained anxiously and finally she became

indifferent.

“What did you say, Spencer? How could I possibly do that?!”

“Listen to me, Spencer, I didn't do that, believe me!”

“Never mind. You don't believe me anyway.”

She had been always explaining, she had been always explaining...

But he didn’t listen to her and never believed her.

And her three miscarriages...

The cold look on her face when she was almost gang-raped by beggars...

The thought that he had found them made him feel more nauseous.

By the third miscarriage, their child had already formed into a human being.

He had seen the child, small, red, and soft.

Even then it hurt his heart.

Because it was his child.

The thought of the child who had formed and the two others who had not even grown into shape made

his heart hurt like a pile of broken glass and a few stomps on it.

She had never done anything wrong, even was humble to love him.

She was too stupid to protect herself. No matter how sad she was, she never hurt others.

She just endured it, or hurt herself.

The bravest thing she ever did was probably jumping off a building.

Fortunately, God had eyes and did not let her lose her life in vain.

When Spencer thought about the world after her death, his life suddenly seemed bleak.

It was lucky.

It was lucky she was still with him.

Spencer stood up suddenly and knew what he had to do.

From then on, he would never hurt her or let anyone else hurt her.