Chapter 109 He Regretted the Divorce, What Should He Do?

Frederick squinted at her wounded hand apprehensively. He grabbed and lifted it. "What's wrong with your hand? Where's your pinkie?" Stella Grace calmly withdrew her hand and said, "I paid the price for some mistakes. A pinkie allows me to see reality clearly. It's worth it." "Steven? Zoah? Katty? Who did it?" Frederick Addington guessed. "No matter who did it, what's done is done. I have something to do. I'll contact you later." Stella walked past Frederick and entered the elevator. Frederick saw the elevator door close in front of him, and a look of pain flashed across his shrewd eyes. He and Stella had been married for three years. He had once contemplated every possible means to hurt her, to make her suffer. Her grief gave him a kind of sadistic joy, all because she was Wilson Chuck's daughter. But now, seeing her hurt so badly, he felt extremely angry. He wanted to find that person out, and cut off his ten finge