Amber Wood suddenly lunged forward like a wild animal, startling Alice Turner into a cold sweat. To avoid hurting Lily Turner behind her, she instinctively reached out to push away Amber Wood, who was lunging at them, but she pushed at nothing.
Charles Thompson, who had caught up, grabbed Amber Wood’s arm, preventing her from causing any trouble. "Why are you picking a fight with the two girls?"
Worried that she might lunge at the Turner sisters again, he held on to her arm as he spoke.
"Two kids? Whose kids are they? Yours?" It was bad enough her husband didn’t support her, but now he was stopping her from disciplining this girl. Amber Wood was infuriated and turned to Charles Thompson with a barrage of questions.
This woman was speaking more and more recklessly!
Charles Thompson unconsciously tightened his grip on Amber Wood’s hand. This unconscious action made her even angrier. "Charles Thompson! Are you trying to strangle me?"
As she yelled at him, she used her other hand to forcefully slap his hand, trying to make him let go of her.
"I still..."
Charles Thompson almost blurted out that he really did want to strangle her, but as soon as he uttered two words, he stopped. He was really driven mad by this woman. Even though she wasn’t the one he loved, she was his son’s biological mother.
Although Charles Thompson only said two words, Amber Wood knew what he was about to say. Hearing the kind of words he intended to say to her, her anger was instantly replaced by disbelief and a sense of desolation.
"Charles Thompson! I never expected after so many years of marriage you would be capable of such cruelty!" She moved closer, her eyes unblinkingly fixed on him. "Who do you plan to find after you strangle me?"
The name "Jasmine Wood" was on the tip of her tongue, but she managed to control herself.
Charles Thompson, with a guilty conscience, was unnerved by Amber Wood’s unwavering gaze. He pushed her away as she leaned closer. "What nonsense are you spouting? Who have I been seeing?"
He had always harbored feelings for Jasmine Wood, now known as Sophia Wood, but kept these feelings deeply buried.
"Whether I was speaking nonsense just now, you should know best." Amber Wood, having lived with Charles Thompson for nearly thirty years, understood each other well. His guilty reaction was clear and obvious to her.
The fact that he felt guilty could only mean one thing: he was still in love with that woman named Jasmine Wood and always harbored a fantasy of flying away together with her.
Charles Thompson knew Amber Wood as Amber Wood knew him. Hearing what she said, his heart skipped a beat.
"Let’s talk at home. Let’s go!"
As he spoke, he pulled her towards the gate, this time not letting go of her hand and holding on the whole time.
"Are you sure you want to go home now? Are you really not planning to meet Sophia Wood at the restaurant?" Amber Wood deliberately raised her voice to mention Sophia Wood’s name, with a clear intention to show Charles Thompson that she wasn’t some fool being deceived.
How could Charles Thompson not realize Amber Wood’s deliberate act? His mind quickly turned to the possibility that she might know something.
When did she find out? How much did she know? Everything was uncertain to him now.
He didn’t respond to her recent question, silently pulling her away, deciding that some matters were only suitable for discussion at home.