Chapter 133

She could forget about it. This sentence was like a heavy hammer, striking Hayley's chest fiercely and causing her delicate body to tremble violently. She looked at Wyatt, and after a long while, she said, "Wyatt, I didn't expect you to hold such deep resentment against me!" Wyatt chuckled, wishing that he had telepathy so that he could know what she was really thinking. She had killed their daughter. Even if a hundred years had passed and even if she was dead, Wyatt's resentment toward her would never dissipate. There was a time when his unborn daughter was his everything. He had even let go of past grievances and conflicts by becoming an obscure figure while waiting quietly for his daughter's arrival. Since then, he had only wanted to become a good father, not the Almighty Drakon. But Hayley had ruined everything. "Wyatt, I hate you. I will hate you forever!" she screamed hoarsely. "Wyatt, I don't need your help. I can get through this crisis on my own! I will make you regret