Mr Walters Reborn Feisty Wife

In the big castle, a recent voice resounded as Walter Sope waits for the iron door to open.  The bodyguard is standing next with reverent gestures, the iron door opens up.

Walter Sope stared at the woman being bound in her hand and her foot with large iron chains. Her eyes were red and blazing, her lips were dry and tight as she wanted to say something. Walter Sope appeared cold and indifferent, he didn’t want to care about this damn woman. In the past, this woman was the one who cheated his father out of three hundred billion dollars and fled with another man. At present, she is being punished for her foolish actions in the past. Walter Sope doesn’t care whether she has repented, but he will certainly not let her live well.

Walter Sope advanced a few steps forward and ordered his bodyguards to step back. Walter Sope’s tall figure covered the only oil lamp in the room. Holding the oil lamp, he walked towards the woman. The night from the oil lamp now illuminated the face of the woman. In front of Walter Sope at this moment, it wasn’t his father’s lover, but a younger girl. Her face, if observed carefully, wasn’t the person he was looking for.

Walter Sope’s face suddenly turned grim. He roughly grabbed the girl’s chin with his hand, his eyes expressing anger and madness.

“Speak. Who are you?” Walter Sope growled.

The girl instinctively closed her eyes, flailing her arms and trying to break free from his demonic grip, but being weaker than him, she couldn’t resist. She had been starved for the day, and her mind was not clear at the moment. She couldn’t only use all her strength to push Walter Sope’s hand away. Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible!

“U…m…u…m.”

Her tears flowed like a waterfall, a hot tear drop fell onto his hand, and Walter Sope’s lowered his head to look at the beautiful teardrop, involuntarily revealing a demonic smile.

“Crying, huh?” Walter Sope laughed cruelly. “Ha ha ha. I really like seeing other people cry. Keep crying, you have to cry until I allow you to stop, or else I will tell those guards to gouge your eyes out.  I want to see how much more you can cry.”

“U…m…u…m.”

“Do you wanna bite your tongue?” He asked coldly. “Do you wanna die that badly? What a pity! The more you wanna die, the more I want you to live. I wanna know who you really are, how you could resemble that damned promiscuous woman. Where is she? Speak up!”

“U…m….u.”

Walter Sope immediately let go of his hand. The tears on the girl’s face were drenched. She coughed a few times and stare fiercely at him.

“Hmph!” The girl used a contemptuous tone to amplify her hatred towards Walter Sope. “You tell me to speak? Hmph, why should I reveal it to you? Why should I let you know?”

Faced with her stubbornness, Walter Sope sneered and laughed coldly. Under his management, no one dared to defy him like this. After all, she was just a girl who looked very similar to that damned woman. He wouldn’t hesitate to send her to meet her God if he had caught the wrong person.

Walter Sope waved his hand, and the man standing behind him immediately understood and stepped forward. Holding a silver gun in his hand, the man immediately fired. A cold sound echoed. The smell of blood flowed heavily on the floor, and her eyes widened. She looked at everything that was left before death approached.

***

“Emma? Emma?”

A gentle voice of a woman echoed. Emma suddenly woke up after a long nap. Sweat on her forehead dripped down her cheek, and back, and her T-shirt was also wet with her sweat. She looked around in panic, trying to find that familiar voice.

“Mom!”

When she saw her mother, Emma rushed over and hugged her, tears streaming down her face.

"Mom! Huhuhu! Mom! Where did you go?"

What the hell on going on with you? Are you still not awake?" Barbara snapped at her daughter, pushing her out of bed and pointing a finger at Emma's forehead. "Do you even know what time it is now? Sleeping too long makes your mind foggy, doesn't it? Hurry up, go wash your face and change your clothes! We need to go to an important place."

"Important place? Is it Mr. Botavo's house?" Emma asked as if confirming something.

Emma's father, Mr. Bostom, had died in an accident while on duty. Her mother, Barbara, was a beautiful, intelligent, and charming woman. Before marrying Mr. Bostom, many wealthy men had pursued her, but she only loved him and did not accept the affection of other men.

After Mr. Bostom passed away, Barbara became a single mother, and she made a lot of efforts to support their life. Many times, Emma saw her crying on cold nights. Perhaps, her mother never wanted her to see her vulnerable side. But the truth was, she had seen it all. She didn't want Barbara to know this, so she pretended as if she hadn't seen anything.

The two of them lived happily together as mother and daughter.