Chapter 20

Trixie took the piece of paper, looked at the information on it. Her brain was blank, and her fingertips pinched her palm white. All suspicions have come true.

She didn't expect Daryl to go out of the way and buy a house for the woman. It's true that the red flag does not fall at home, and the colorful flags are fluttering outside!  She stood at the window for a long time, and the people behind her urged impatiently.

The look in Trixie's eyes at the service window made her even more ashamed. It seemed that she had become accustomed to checking her husband's wife like her and did not say a word.

Trixie didn't know how he got out of the hall.

Standing on the side of the road, watching the roaring car, she even has an idea of being killed directly by the car.

But she can't. Kinsley is too young to live without her mother. But, more importantly, she can't give an advantage to the dog man and woman!

Jessa Huggins said, women should live for themselves and their children!

After calming down, Trixie found the address of the above place on mobile navigation. It's not far from their neighborhood. Seeing the address, her anger could not help rising again. But instead of crying, she laughed and tore her heart and cracked her lungs.

When she took a taxi to the community gate, the security guard stopped her and asked who she was. She said she is Daryl’s friend who is residing at Unit 6306, Unit 3, Building 6, and she said that she helped him get something. The security guard looked at her with a frown and finally asked her to fill out the registration form.

On the way, Trixie looked at the high-grade residential environment and couldn't help laughing at herself. Unexpectedly, as Daryl's real wife, she came to catch them like a thief. It's ridiculous to say!

Suddenly, the cell phone rang. It was Daryl.

"Wife, where are you?" His voice sounded very happy.

"Something came out. What's the matter?" Trixie restrained her impulse to swear and tried to make his voice sound natural.

"Nothing, just miss you." It's another sweet talk to coax her.

Trixie didn't want to say so much to him, so he answered perfunctorily and hung up the phone. She took the elevator upstairs and came to the door of 6306. Just about to knock at the door, only to find out that the door was half-closed.

At this point, the charming voice of a strange woman sounded in the room, "Mr. Blayden, does it really matter? I am worried that Mrs. Blayden will be angry..."

The last string in Trixie's mind was also broken. She didn't want to, so she stretched out her hand and pushed the door open. Standing outside the door, she was stunned by the sight in the room.