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Chapter 155
Henry stepped forward and squatted down in front of Mrs. Gu. He took a blanket and put it on Mrs. Gu’s disabled legs. He whispered, “Mom, I know, I don’t love her, I don’t, I will not love her.”
He didn’t know whether to tell Madam Gu or to himself.
Madam Gu loves her son. She touched Henry’s head, “Henry, then mom will go back first. Mom doesn’t want to force you. You are an adult and have your own ideas. This time Usha’s come back, hope You handle it yourself.”
The bodyguard in black came in and pushed Mrs. Gu away.
Henry stood in the living room for a while, then he raised his eyes and looked at the room upstairs.
The door of the room was closed tightly.
Henry raised his foot upstairs and opened the door of the room. There was no one in the room.
Usha was gone.
Where did she go?
This door has been closed, how did she get out?
Henry’s eyes sank and he quickly walked into the balcony. The windows of the balcony were open, and there were signs of falling on the lawn below.
he jumped off the balcony on the second floor!
Henry’s handsome eyebrows were covered with unsettling frost. He took out his mobile phone to make a call. The person had already gone downstairs and took the car key and walked out of the villa gate.
Usha’s phone couldn’t get through, and there was a mechanical female voice… sorry, the phone you dialed is temporarily unavailable.
The corners of Henry’s eyes are scarlet. In the past two years, she has really changed a lot, from being cute and soft to being bright and prickly. She, who is obviously so afraid of pain, can now jump down from such a high balcony.
At this time, cold raindrops hit his hands and it started to rain.
The rain is heavy, and the pedestrians on the street are rushing home anxiously holding umbrellas.
Usha staggered and walked down the street, her legs smashed and bleeding, the blood slid down her greasy skin, and finally fell into a small pond on the ground.
The clothes on her body were all wet, painful, and cold, like a soupy chicken.
She really couldn’t walk anymore, she should be far away. Usha sat beside a small flower bed, curled her knees, and slowly hugged herself.
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