At first, I actually had hopes for our marriage. At the very least, I had fantasies about you, that maybe our arranged marriage could turn into love, that maybe we could be together for better or for worse, that my husband would be my rock, giving me the strength to face the storms of the world.
Obviously, you failed. No, it wasn’t just that you weren’t a good fit, you were far, far from it.
I figured it out later. When it comes down to it, there’s only one reason: no love. Love can make you charge into battle, travel to the ends of the earth. But without love…
There’s no love between us, only a sense of duty. A marriage like that can collapse at any moment.”
I just can’t stay in this awful environment any longer. All I want to do now is run, run far away, far away from you, far away from the Simpson family. Bradley, we weren’t meant to be in this life, and I hope to avoid you in the next one too…”
Henrietta smiled.
Surpri tear that broke from the corner of her eye was as beautiful as a brilliant firework.
Timothy rushed in, “Mr. Navarro, it’s bad!
The old patriarch is critically ill. He’s been taken back to the
Navarro’s mansion. Sol said… he’s just barely hanging on.”
Martin had been sent to a nursing home before.
It was supposedly for recuperation, but it was more like he was just left there to fend for himself.
Lysander had originally planned to visit after things settled down at work, and then discuss the next steps for treatment with the doctor.
But he never expected…
The bad news came so quickly.
Lysander’s face darkened instantly, and the air around him turned cold.
“Let’s go. To the mansion.”
But the way to the mansion, the car made a detour to pick up Seraphina and Dion.
Dion didn’t know what was happening, he just felt that his dad was different today.
He was too serious, and Dion was too scared to talk to him.
He rested obediently in his mother’s arms.
Seraphina looked at Lysander’s tense profile and realized something.
“Did something happen?”
Lysander didn’t say anything.
Timothy explained for him in a low voice, “The old patriarch is critically ill.”
A flicker of surprise crossed Seraphina’s face.
No matter how Martin had treated her in the past, Lysander had grown up by the old patriarch’s side. They were very close.
Thinking about her current status, it seemed she had no place to go.
Supt… appropriate for me to go?”
She said with hesitation, “Why don’t you just take Dion?
I can wait for you guys nearby.”
Godfrey raised a hand to stop him. “You should just wait outside. Your grandfather… it’s not convenient for him to see anyone right now.”
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