Sweet Sweet Love

After Wendy's execution, the house of the Su Family had been empty. The housekeeper and servants had run away, and the servants had stolen the gold and silver jewelry that Wendy used before. Yolande asked someone to change the lock in and out of the Su mansion and get a new key.

The villa of the Su Family covered an area of seven hundred square meters. The environment was quiet and the location was expensive. There was a large supermarket one hundred meters from the left, and a restaurant next to the supermarket. Yolande often went to that restaurant for dinner when she was a child.

Yolande took the key to open the door. Her high-heeled shoes hit the wooden floor with a crisp sound, and the mahjong on the round table was thrown randomly. There were also mahjong on the floor. She sneered.

This stepmother had always been fond of playing mahjong. Even the place where she was taken away by the police was on the mahjong table.

Yolande made a phone call and asked several assistants to come over. From now on, she would take charge of the house of the Su Family. Yolande went to check the property ownership certificate of the villa of the Su Family. The house was originally under her father's name, and then transferred to her.

She sighed deeply. Her shrewd father must have been wary of the mother and daughter, so he gave her the property and the company of the Su Family. However, her father had passed away, and her guess could not be confirmed.

She sat on a long sofa and looked at the familiar furnishings in front of her. The sunshine was warm on the glass. She opened the curtain and the sunshine was reflected on the wooden floor.

Yolande walked around the house of the Su Family, but didn't see her father's portrait. He couldn't help but sneer. How could they offer up her portrait since they were eager to see her father die.

"Mrs. Yolande, what can I do for you?"

After a while, several assistants arrived with great respect.

She looked around, including the dining table, several sofa, several famous paintings on the wall, and a small round table for leisure and entertainment. "Take this round table away. Throw away all the mahjong." "Yes, Mrs. Yolande."

Several men picked up the mahjong and moved out along with the table.

Walking on the floor, Yolande looked at his own home from childhood to adulthood with mixed feelings. If only her father was still alive.

In the corner of the living room, there was a folded bed. She was punished by her stepmother and was not allowed to go back to her room to sleep. She was so sleepy that she couldn't stand it anymore. Even Yolande was sleeping on the folded bed. When she was a child, she read Cinderella's fairy tale: her eyes would be red. Cinderella's stepmother was very vicious. Cinderella met her prince and lived a happy life with him from then on.

Although Wendy was not as vicious as Cinderella's stepmother, she was not a good person. She was always picking on thorns and leaving good things to her sister. It was true.

Life was different from Fairy Tales: Wandering between good and bad. Her stepmother didn't treat her well, but she wouldn't beat or abuse her. When she was a child, she would secretly feel lucky that she was luckier than Cinderella and wouldn't be mistreated by her stepmother.

Now, Yolande knew that she was not as lucky as Cinderella in the fairy tale. Cinderella and the prince lived happily together.

As for her, she had gone through ups and downs in love, but she still had to watch the man she loved deeply suffer from a special disease and separate from her.

Yolande sitting on the ground in a daze, her assistant came back soon. "Mrs. Yolande, what can I do for you?"

She came to her senses and wiped the tears on her face with the back of her hand. She stood up from the floor and went back to Wendy's bedroom. "Throw away everything in this room, including the wardrobe and the bed."

"And this room, all the things, including cabinets, furniture and curtains, have been thrown away."

"Yes, Mrs. Yolande."

She wanted the traces of the mother and daughter to completely disappear in the villa. All the things in Sunny's room would be thrown away.

Yolande smiled. "Thank you for your hard work. Your salary will be doubled."

"Mrs. Yolande, please don't regard us as outsiders. Mr. Austin said that he would let us listen to you whatever happens in the future." They said while they were busy.

Her body was leaning against the wall, and her chest was aching. In her mind, there was Austin's care for her.

Yolande put his father's portrait on the counter in the living room and lit five minutes.

Dad, your unfilial daughter is back.

She knelt down in front of her father's portrait and kowtowed three times.

"Father, the murderer is your stepmother and sister. Your sister has not received legal punishment."

There was determination in her eyes. "Don't worry. I will avenge you."

"Please bless Austin,"

Two lines of tears fell down. With blurred eyes, Yolande stared at the portrait of her father. He looked at her lovingly as if he was smiling at her.

After praying for her father, she had time to go upstairs to check her room. In the next room, several assistants were carrying things. Yolande opened her room, which was full of stuff.

There were sacks, old clothes, high heels, broken umbrellas and other stuff that Sunny had worn on the ground and on the bed.

It was not like her former Princess Room at all.

The beautiful pink curtains, the bookshelf full of her books, the writing table and toys bought by her father, all the things were gone. The picture in front of her was a warehouse full of waste and sundries, with a strange smell. Taking a deep breath, Yolande steadied herself and stood firmly against the wall.

Well, she didn't know that Sunny and her daughter must have hated her to the core.

But she couldn't figure out why they hated her so much? Was it because her father had left her eighty percent of the heritage?

Yolande asked her assistant to throw the pile of things out.

He didn't finish his work until night. "Thank you for your hard work. Let's go to have dinner."

"Well, Mrs. Yolande, we are leaving now."

Yolande nodded and the others dispersed.

She sat alone in the living room for a while, ate something simple in the restaurant she used to go to when she was a child, and drove to the private hospital.

When she returned to the hospital, it was already dark. Austin was asleep. She sat beside his bed and fixed her eyes on the sleeping man. Dr. Warren said that he fell asleep longer and longer.

She lay on the edge of his bed and closed her eyes tiredly. He had lost weight and his handsome face had no flesh. Austin had always been thin, and now he was even skinny. She held her hand lovingly, letting tears fall down her cheeks.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Austin woke up. He checked his head slightly. Under the dim light, the woman put her head on her arm, and the other arm hugged his arm and fell asleep. Her eyelashes quivered slightly, and there were several dried tears on her face. The man's affectionate eyes were fixed on the woman's tired face. She should be very tired. He didn't dare to move. He was afraid to wake up the fragrant woman sleeping beside him.

She went to her father's cemetery.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

She provided evidence to the police and sent Wendy to jail. Austin felt heartbroken that he couldn't keep her company.