Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 169 - - you’re just a pawn I use

Cynthia looked at Bonnie's distressed face, unsure of how to comfort her. She didn't have the words to offer comfort. It was her beloved man who had put her best friend in such a predicament. How could she offer any solace?

Bonnie wiped the tears from her face.

"But Cynthia, isn't it enough that he wants to take revenge on the Laurence family, destroying our family's business and the Si Hai Gang? Why does he still want to take my dad's and brother's lives?"

"You know my dad's health is failing, he doesn't have many years left. Cynthia, he cares so much about you... could you please ask him to spare my dad?"

Bonnie grasped her hand, pleading desperately.

"And my brother, he's innocent! Even if my dad did something unforgivable to the vice president's parents all those years ago, it shouldn't be held against my brother!"

Bonnie continued to beg, each word weighing heavily on Cynthia's heart. Her chest tightened with growing discomfort. Bonnie had no idea that she had already reached a point where there was no turning back with Albert. Cynthia could only look at Bonnie helplessly.

"Bonnie, I—"

Bonnie's tears fell again.

"Last night, my dad and brother were attacked at our doorstep. Albert is dead set on killing them. They had no choice but to flee in the middle of the night..."

Cynthia felt a splitting headache. After Vincent's incident, she knew that speaking a word to interfere with his revenge would be a mistake. But if she ignored Bonnie's plea, what would happen to her friend?

She felt as though this love she was in was becoming an impossible struggle...

Looking at Bonnie's sad face, Cynthia could only finally say,

"Bonnie, go back for now. I'll talk to him tonight when I get home..."

Bonnie forced a bitter smile and said,

"Cynthia, where can I go right now? The debt collectors are blocking the entrance to the Laurence family estate every day, and I can't go back..."

Cynthia felt a sharp pang in her heart. She took her down jacket and draped it over Bonnie, then handed her the key to her small apartment.

"Go to my apartment for now. I don't live there anyway, and as for your father's situation..." She looked at Bonnie and sighed, "I'll try talking to him."

Bonnie noticed the unease in Cynthia's expression.

"Cynthia, what's wrong? You and Albert..."

Cynthia hesitated for a moment, then told Bonnie everything that had happened. She didn't want her friend to misunderstand that she wasn't helping, but in reality, she felt powerless.

Bonnie was also heartbroken after hearing Cynthia's story, but there was nothing she could do either.

"Cynthia, I'm so sorry, but... right now, you're the only one I can turn to."

Cynthia nodded.

"I know, Bonnie. Go rest at the apartment for now. Take a bath, get some sleep, and you'll have the energy to face everything."

Bonnie took the key and walked toward the door. Just as she reached it, her phone rang. She answered the call, and her face instantly drained of color. Then, she let out a hysterical, heart-wrenching scream.

"No! I don't want to—! You can't do this to me!"

After that, she slammed the phone down and threw it aside, trembling as her body slid down the door of the clinic. Cynthia, shocked by her sudden outburst, stood frozen for a moment before snapping out of it. She quickly rushed over and grabbed her.

"Bonnie, what happened?"

Bonnie buried her head in her knees for a long time before slowly raising her head. Her face was filled with utter despair.

"Because the debt collectors keep coming in waves, my stepmother said she's going to sell me to an old man to settle the debt..."

"What?"

Cynthia, who had been bending down to help Bonnie, staggered backward in shock upon hearing Bonnie's words.

Bonnie shook her head frantically, distressed.

"Cynthia, I don't want to, I don't want to! I don't want to be with those old men...!"

Cynthia stood frozen, her mind spinning. Every time she closed her eyes, images of those old men's sagging, greasy bodies wriggling on Bonnie's young body flooded her mind. The thought made her nauseous.

Taking a deep breath, she rushed forward and grabbed Bonnie by the arm.

"Bonnie, let's go home first. I'll call him right away!"

Given Bonnie's state, Cynthia couldn't bear to let her go back alone. Bonnie, dazed and confused, allowed herself to be pulled along and they headed to Cynthia's small apartment.

After settling Bonnie in, Cynthia hesitated for a long time before finally picking up the phone. The wait for the call to connect was agonizing. She couldn't remember the last time they'd spoken or how long it had been since they'd last talked.

When the phone finally connected, her heart skipped a beat. Before she could say anything, his cold voice came through the receiver.

"Are you calling to plead for the Laurence family?"

"Albert, I..."

Cynthia hadn't expected him to be so direct. For a moment, she didn't know how to respond.

His mocking laughter continued to echo.

"I knew it. Mrs. Wilson, with her high-and-mighty attitude, never says a word. If it weren't for something urgent today, you wouldn't have bothered to call me!"

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Cynthia closed her eyes, trying to ignore his sarcasm, then gently spoke.

"Albert, I never asked you to give up on your hatred. I just think there should be limits to what you do. The Laurence family is already like this, and Robin doesn't have many years left. Isn't that enough?"

The other end of the phone suddenly fell into dead silence. Cynthia's heart immediately leapt into her throat. From what she knew of him, he was probably angry—furiously angry.

Sure enough, a moment later, his roar came blasting through the phone. The volume was so loud that Cynthia had to hold the phone far from her ear. Of course, Bonnie, who was next to her, could hear every word clearly.

"Cynthia, who the hell do you think you are? You're just a pawn I use. What right do you have to criticize my actions?"

Cynthia stood frozen, gripping the phone. Her lips were tightly pressed together. The most hurtful thing wasn't his roar, nor the vulgarities he threw at her—it was the line without any curse words: You're just a pawn I use.

"I have no limits. If I want someone dead, they'll die. If I can't kill them once, I'll kill them ten times, a hundred times..."

His angry words echoed in her ears, wave after wave.

In the end, she couldn't make out what he said. Her mind was empty, and the only thing echoing in her head was that one sentence: You're just a pawn I use... you're just a pawn I use...

She didn't know how much time passed, but after hearing a loud crash from the other end of the phone, everything went silent. She glanced at Bonnie, attempting to force a bitter smile, but when she looked down at the darkened screen of her phone, she saw that her smile looked more like a grimace than anything else.

Bonnie watched as Cynthia tried so hard not to cry, her face twisted in a stubborn attempt to hold back tears despite her obvious sadness. Bonnie's heart twisted with pain. She gently tugged at Cynthia's arm, shaking her head in despair.

"Cynthia, just let it go..."

Even Bonnie, who had no feelings for Albert, could feel the suffocating weight of his words. How much more must it hurt Cynthia, who loved him so deeply?

Cynthia turned around in a daze and climbed up to the small attic. She sat on the floor, curling up in the corner of the wall. She had never felt so helpless in her life, torn, disheartened. Despair spread inside her like a creeping madness.

His cold words had negated everything they had once shared—every sweet memory, every moment of warmth. What she had once thought were the happiest memories now seemed the most painful. In the end, all those sweet words and tender care had only been because she was just a pawn in his game.