Chapter 1667
Eight years.
This number meant a long torment to him.
In contrast to the eight years, he did not know why this moment made him feel anguish.
Carter’s calm face betrayed subtle changes. He picked up his phone to make a call…
The wind and snow grew heavier, and the night gradually grew more obscure.
Despite that, Shirley remained standing at the same spot, her eyes staring at the study, which remained unlit this entire time.
Suddenly, she heard the creaking sounds of footsteps approaching her. It was the old butler. He held an umbrella as he stepped on the thin layer of accumulated snow to reach her side. Then, he held the umbrella over her head.
“Miss Jenny, the snow is getting heavier. Why don’t you go back?” advised the old butler, his eyes filled with pity.
Shirley shook her head, the snow on her hair drifted and fell away silently.
“I’m fine. I just want to stay here for a while longer… Achoo!”
Shirley could not help but sneeze mid-sentence as the cold pierced into her skin, making her shiver against her will.
She frowned, feeling her breath, as well as her cheeks, getting hotter.
Seeing that he could not change Shirley’s mind, the old butler handed the umbrella to her. However, Shirley shook her head, refusing his kindness.
“Waterson, you should go back first. I’ll… be leaving soon,” Shirley softly said, her desolate gaze shifted from the study as she finally turned around.
She recalled that, many years ago, she too was a member of this family.
The servants had respected her very much, and they had addressed her as Miss Jenny.
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