During this time, Christopher’s hatred for Hannah ran deep!


    Nothing hurt a man more than being betrayed by the woman he loved.


    When Hannah went missing, Christopher was easily swayed by Charlie’s deceitful words, leading him to believe that Hannah had eloped with a gigolo.


    At that moment, Hannah had taken the family’s entire fortune with her, intensifying Christopher’s anger towards her.


    Days turned into nights, and with each passing moment, the thought of Hannah filled him with a desire to confront her violently.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Yet, deep down, he understood that he would likely never see Hannah again, as she had absconded with their money, possibly even fleeing the country.


    To his surprise, he encountered Hannah—a woman he despised—at the Webb family vi in Southaven today!


    Without a second thought, Christopher stormed towards her, extending his hand and delivering a sharp p to her face. Hannah copsed to the ground from the force of the blow.


    After the p, Christopher pointed an using finger at her, seething with rage as he eximed, “Well done, you B*tch! You dare to return! Where is our family’s money? Do you even realize how wretched our family has been because of you?”


    Hannah, stunned by the sudden violence, never imagined that Christopher, the man she had longed for, would strike her upon their first reunion.


    Struggling with a slightly injured leg, she attempted to crawl away, crying out, “Christopher Wilson! Why did you hit me?”


    “Why did I hit you?!” Christopher gritted his teeth, his anger boiling over. “Not only will I hit you today, but I’m ready to end you! You had the audacity to run off with my money to support a gigolo, leaving me with nothing. You are utterly heartless!”


    Hannah screamed back, “Christopher, what are you talking about? When did I ever support a gigolo? I was framed by Charlie!”


    “What?” Christopher frowned, confusion crossing his face. “What does Charlie have to do with this?”


    Remembering the torment she had endured, Hannah cried out, “Have you forgotten what we nned for ine?”


    Christopher nodded, “Of course! I won’t forget that!”


    With tears streaming down her face, Hannah exined, “Ethel and I were almost finished with our task when that bastard Charlie showed up at the vi. He brought people to beat us and forced me to empty my bank ount. Then, he sent us to the coal mine to work!”


    As she recounted her ordeal, Hannah’s tears flowed freely.


    Wiping away her tears, she continued, “Do you have any idea how I’ve suffered? I worked day and night in the dark coal mine, barely getting four to five hours of sleep each day. I was constantly hungry, cold, and often beaten. It felt like I was living in hell! You showed no concern; you didn’te looking for me or try to rescue me. Instead, you hit me and used me of being with a gigolo when I was finally saved by the Webb family. Is this how you treat me?!”


    Christopher felt a wave of dizziness wash over him!


    He never imagined that instead of living it up with a gigolo, his wife had been enduring such suffering!


    In that moment, guilt and distress flooded his heart, mingling with a newfound hatred for Charlie.


    It became clear that Charlie was the one who had stolen all their money and forced his wife into a life of hardbor in the coal mine!<fnd632> Original content can be found at find(?)ovel</fnd632>


    Now, with old grievances rekindled by fresh animosity, Christopher seethed with rage.


    Harold and Wendy, standing beside him, also gritted their teeth in hatred.