Chapter 696
Sylvie brictly pondered Bruce‘s change in personality but quickly forgot all about it. After all, she had more pressing matters to worry about other than him,
Its been almost a month since I obtained a tina / was planning to seek Zayne‘s help and sly abroad quietly. Alas nyarwantilor crpoved. Smer / hair lo connections tuith the Zorgler family, there‘s no way he‘ll hein na trhonch ihr Zadar family has 17mained silenl for now, / kunto danning that I‘m nol Old Mi: Zaigler‘s granddaughter. When those who seer sucking up to the family or sccking its help see that, theyll surely be furious. My reputation will be in the
caks online. If those people go to the Zeigler residence lo demand an erplanation, and Old Mr. Zeigler gets angry and decides to pursue the matter; 17l be doomed too.
All those thoughts weighed heavily on her mind to the point that she felt suffocated.
Its so unfair‘ Ihy was I born into such a miserable life? No matter how hard I try. I can never climb to the ranks of the rich and powerful. Every day, I have to live in fear and worry about whether I can make it to the next day.
Sylvie had not truly cried ever since she was sixteen years old.
But now, the fear, anger. grievances, indignance, and other emotions she had bottled up within her burst forth, causing her eyes to well with tears.
Soon, the floodgates opened, and tears streanned down her face. There was no stopping them. and they quickly soaked through her mask.
It was only when the piercing blare of a car honking rang out that she jolted to her senses and quickly held back her tears. Sporting a taxi approaching, she quickly waved it down and got in.
To the airport, please.”
By the time Sylvie arrived at Baykeep, it was already past four o‘clock in the afternoon.
It was a rainy day at Baykeep,
Although it was still the afternoon, the skies were so dark and gloomy that it felt as though it was nighttime.
After spending a lot of me with Herbert, she knew very well that he was soft–hearted and could not bear to see someone cry
She lay there for a long time, unable to get up, and every breath she took was painful. There was a glazed look in her eyes as she raised her head to gaze at the dark sky.
What‘s the point of living is life is so hard?
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