Chapter 1164 - 1163: He’s Alive, Thank Goodness

Chapter 1164: Chapter 1163: He’s Alive, Thank Goodness

Fiona Sutton excitedly hugged his waist tightly, refusing to let go.

"You’re really easy to deceive!"

Suddenly, the man’s voice echoed in her ear.

Fiona Sutton was stunned and slowly released her grip, raising her head to look at him.

"I thought you were some extraordinary beauty, but it turns out you’re just ordinary."

A flash of cruelty appeared in the man’s eyes as he instantly pressed a gun to her temple with his right hand.

"Yancy... Yancy Hastings..."

Fiona Sutton told herself to stay calm, but fear had already engulfed her.

She widened her eyes, unable to believe the scene before her.

"Yancy Hastings, what are you doing? I’m Fiona Sutton!"

I’m Fiona Sutton!

It’s Fiona Sutton!

How can you do this to me?

"Woman, it’s not me deceiving you; it’s you deceiving yourself."

He lowered his head, his eyes meeting hers filled with tears.

"Are you the woman he can’t forget? Yancy Hastings is already dead."

"Bang!"

The man suddenly struck her neck, watching as she slowly closed her eyes.

Then a smile appeared in his eyes.

Some things need to be resolved.

He lowered his head, looking at the unconscious Fiona Sutton, gently pulling over a blanket and covering her.

"When you wake up, a dream should end."

He stood there, reached into his pocket, pulled out something, and placed it in her hand.

......

Fiona Sutton woke up again after three hours, slowly opening her eyes to see Mrs. Hastings sitting by the bed.

"Awake? You slept really deeply, are you hungry?"

Mrs. Hastings immediately approached, her face full of concern.

Was it a dream?

A slight movement made her feel a throbbing pain in her neck.

Not a dream.

"Auntie, you..."

She wanted to ask if she had seen Yancy Hastings.

But...

That man’s behavior was so strange; is he really Yancy Hastings?

She was completely confused.

"What’s wrong?"

Looking at Fiona Sutton’s expression, Mrs. Hastings sensed something amiss.

Fiona Sutton shook her head, but at that moment, she felt something clasped in her hand.

She struggled to sit up, slowly opening her right hand.

A ring appeared right in front of her.

Instantly, tears blurred her vision, dropping one by one onto the ring.

"What’s wrong? What’s happened to you? Are you not feeling well?"

Seeing her crying again, Mrs. Hastings asked nervously.

Looking at the ring in her hand, she found it very strange.

"How can you have a ring?"

She’s been taking care of Fiona Sutton for several days now without ever seeing her have such a thing as a ring.

During this time, Fiona Sutton hasn’t even gone outside, let alone have a chance to buy a ring.

So, what is the story behind the ring in her hand?

Fiona Sutton covered her mouth, her eyes red with disbelief, looking at Mrs. Hastings excitedly.

"Auntie, Auntie, Yancy Hastings isn’t dead, Yancy Hastings isn’t dead! It was him, it was him, he gave it to me, he gave me the ring."

Fiona Sutton shouted, using all her strength, wanting to express this joy.

If that man wasn’t Yancy Hastings, why leave a ring?

"He promised to be responsible, he promised, he is so passionate and loyal, he wouldn’t break his word, he wouldn’t!"

This ring is his; he left it behind.

"Wha... what?"

Mrs. Hastings’s voice trembled a little, seeing Fiona Sutton crying like this and looking at the ring in her hand, she found it hard to believe what Fiona Sutton said.