Chapter 232 Won't Your Conscience Hurt

After a long while, Jeremy, his handsome face looking extremely cold, bent down and held Germaine's trembling fingers. "Germaine, don't be afraid. Those scums are dead. From now on, I will never allow anyone to bully you again!" His muscles were tense, and a cold and murderous intent filled every one of his cells. He could not wait to tear the evildoer, Rosalie, into thousands of pieces. He looked at how bad Germaine was trembling and how her tears fell endlessly. For the first time in his life, he understood the feeling of heart-wrenching as well as gut-wrenching. He had spent his entire life walking in the depths of hell, so his hands had long been covered with blood. He was so powerful that he could do whatever he wanted in Talco City and Jenciga, yet he was unable to protect the only woman who brought him sunshine and warmth, remove the shame she felt nor let her return to her usual high spirits and unrestrained smile. It turned out that despite being om