Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations-Chapter 1182: Trevor Takes Jocelyn Shopping for Clothes

David Garcia pulled her hand away, "I never want to see you again in this life!" After speaking, he stepped away.

Joan Graham suddenly turned her gaze, she could no longer cry out loud, tears rolled down one by one as she watched David Garcia walking further away in her blurred vision...

"Sob sob..." She collapsed to the ground, her heart torn to pieces.

Not long after, Justin Kingston walked over.

The shiny leather shoes came into view, and Joan Graham didn’t even look up, just seeing a pair of shoes made her shiver, and she wisely stood up.

"Let’s go, go back to where you should be." Justin Kingston’s eyes were cold and indifferent, without a trace of sympathy for her.

Joan Graham wiped away her tears again, having no choice but to follow Justin Kingston’s steps.

David Garcia was already so heartless, Mia Lane would not spare her either.

Joan Graham finally realized reality, there was no hope for her in this life, and even Ethan didn’t need her that much anymore.

Passing by the ward door, Joan Graham couldn’t help but slow down, turning her gaze to see David Garcia holding his son.

The father and son were looking at the scenery by the window, the atmosphere was harmonious, indeed Ethan had grown taller.

As long as he’s recovering, what does it matter if it’s a bit slow?

This was the only comforting thing for Joan Graham.

She could only wait for Ethan to grow up and see if there was a chance to save his mother.

Following Justin Kingston downstairs, as they walked out of the hospital, Joan Graham finally gathered the courage to speak after much brewing, "CEO Kingston, can I ask you for a favor?"

"I have no obligation to promise you anything. Get in the car." Justin Kingston’s tone was neither rushed nor slow, with a hint of coldness in his dark eyes.

Joan Graham immediately fell silent, not daring to bargain with him.

She opened the car door herself and gingerly sat in the back seat of the Lamborghini.

Being able to get into Justin Kingston’s car was already a mercy.

In the car, Joan Graham turned her gaze to the scenery outside the window, silently shedding tears...

"Sean Dalton has already gone mad." Justin Kingston drove the car towards the prison, "Thanks to you, even if she sees you, she wouldn’t recognize you."

Joan Graham froze slightly, how did he know what she was thinking?

This man was terrifying.

Tears rolled down quickly, Joan Graham’s heart trembled, apologies and remorse surged like a tide.

Mad?

Grace has gone mad?

"You are still alive because the one hurt is Sean Dalton." Justin Kingston drove, suppressing the frustration in his heart, "If even a hair on my wife’s head had been hurt, not only would you have to die, but neither Sean Dalton nor Ethan would survive! They would all be buried with her!"

Joan Graham’s heart quivered fiercely at this moment! The rest of her life would surely be wrapped in pain, wouldn’t it?

Her husband didn’t care for her, Justin Kingston wouldn’t forgive her, her daughter went mad, her son’s future uncertain...

Meanwhile.

Jocelyn Morgan was brought to a very stylish women’s clothing store by Trevor.

She looked at the dazzling clothes racks and asked in shock, "What are you doing? Bringing me here?"

"Choose for yourself," Trevor told her, "I’ll give you some advice."

"Why change clothes? Going to meet someone?"

Such plots often appear in novels, Jocelyn Morgan suspiciously looked at him, "You need to make it clear to me, where are you taking me?"

"Pick out the clothes first, I’ll tell you after you choose."

"No way, tell me first!" Jocelyn Morgan also had quite a personality, "If you don’t explain first, I won’t do you this favor today!"

"Come with me to a dinner." Trevor examined her, "But I’d like you to dress a bit more formally because it’s a rather formal occasion. Don’t worry, I’ll pay for the clothes."

"Support you?" Jocelyn Morgan looked at him askance, "No need for you to pay for the clothes, but tell me, who else is at this dinner?"

Trevor’s distinctly jointed fingers touched the tip of his nose, knowing this girl was a bit clever and not easy to fool.

"Say it!" The girl urged.

Trevor spoke truthfully, "Honestly, I don’t know either, I just know it’s a dinner party."