Love Starts After We Break Up

Chapter 447

At this time, the sun in the sky gradually hidden into the clouds.

The cold wind with wetness blew and messed up whose long hair.

Dark clouds overwhelmed, the storm was coming, and the surrounding darkness was terrible.

"Ghost, ghost! Stay away, I beg you to stop haunting me! Your death is none of my business! I've been

taken advantage of too! You see I've been confessing to God, I've been atoning for my sins, don't you

come near me!"

The middle-aged woman had a frightened look on her face and kept waving Violet's hand, as if she had

seen something terrible.

Her hair was messy, her eyelids were bruised underneath, and she looked like she hadn't slept well in

years.

Violet's hand was swatted away and she almost fell over.

Louis, who was standing by, hurriedly held her up, his eyes slightly sunken as he looked at the middle-

aged woman.

The middle-aged woman, her mouth gibbering incessantly, scrambled up from the ground, turned and

stumbled forward.

Violet's chest rose and fell, and looking at the middle-aged woman's figure as she ran and turned back,

she suddenly called out, "Stop! Tell me clearly! I, Amalia, have no enmity with you, why are you trying

to harm me!"

This middle-aged woman was clearly not mentally sound.

She's mistaken for someone else!

Could she have been mistaken for her mother?

She's going to swindle her!

The middle-aged woman's body stiffened, then kept bowing to Violet.

"It's not my business, it's really not my business! It's them, they're the ones who want to hurt you!

Please don't come looking for me."

The middle-aged woman finished speaking and stumbled away once again.

She is no stranger to the name Amalia!

Did this middle-aged woman really mistake her for her own mother?

Violet was in a hurry and hurriedly raised her steps to chase after her, "Stop right there."

Who the hell is she? Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Why is it that someone used her to get her own mother killed?

Her biological mother died in childbirth.

Does it mean that there is something fishy here?

Violet was so distraught that she just wanted to stop the person and ask for clarification.

However a jerking pain in her stomach made her hiss and jerk to a halt.

Louis, who was behind her, held her up and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

"I"

Violet opened her mouth, looked at Louis, and finally spat out two words, "It's okay."

She probably walked too fast and the baby in her belly was protesting.

Louis frowned and gave her a somewhat suspicious look.

By now, Violet had stretched her neck to look forward.

Just a moment of dazedness, the middle-aged woman had disappeared.

It's as if the scene just now was just an illusion.

Her red lips were pursed and her eyebrows were full of questions.

"Mr. Hendrix, you saw that middle-aged woman just now, didn't you?"

Louis looked ahead and there were steps that he could not see.

He hmmed, thoughtfully.

"That middle-aged woman probably did something wrong, so she came over to repent. Looking at her

face, she wasn't in good spirits."

His face was haggard, and at first glance, he was overwhelmed with worries and had been mentally

tortured for years.

"I just said my name is Amalia, that's my mom's name, do you think she had something to do with my

mom's death?"

Violet just felt some tightness in her chest and just wanted to talk to someone.

And the man next to him is obviously a good listener.

Louis eyes heart moved slightly, reached out and took her hand, "I'm not sure, if you want to investigate

your mother's death, marry me and I'll help you look into it."

Violet: ""

She was asking a very serious question and he cornered her on marriage!

Looks like she's got the wrong person to talk to!

Violet is speechless, a break away from his hand, slowly walking down the road.

"No need, I can get a private investigator to look into it."

If he helps her check things out, it's just a matter of finding a private detective.

As long as the money is paid, she can also find a private detective.

Louis raised his eyebrows, followed by his hands in his pockets, "The business level of private

detectives also have high and low, believe me, I find the level of private detectives, no one in the

industry can match."

Isn't he a bit of a danger to others?