C195 Blood Splashed on the Ground

The tears on Mrs. Thatcher’s face were obvious. Her daughter’s words seemed to be a dream to her. She asked in disbelief, “ Jessica, don’t you recognize me anymore? Mom doesn’t want to live anymore during this period of time when you weren’t around… Fortunately, you came back…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Mrs. Thatcher was already thrown to the ground by Jessica