Watching George go from shock at first, to self-doubt, to calm.
Ivan then understood that he seemed to have figured it out.
"It seems that you've made it clear that you indeed don't love Violet, huh?" Ivan looked at him.
George lifted his head and met him with a gloomy gaze, "Even if I don't love Violet, I can't love anyone else, you just said that I treat Violet as a stand-in for the one I really love, this statement is simply ridiculous, then tell me, who is the one I really love?"
"Are you sure you want to know?" The corner of Ivan's mouth curled up playfully.
George's heart tightened up, but his face remained calm, "I always need to know what kind of heavenly beauty you've arranged for me that you think I'll fall in love with."
Ivan seemed to be in a good mood and suddenly burst out laughing.
George's brow furrowed, "What are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing, I'm just laughing at the fact that you're still not willing to face your heart honestly at this point in time, so be it, since you want to know, then I'll tell you that the person you really love is Jessie." Ivan crossed his legs and said.
George's face first changed, and then he laughed out sarcastically, "You said I love Jessie? Ivan, you have to have a limit, you can name a woman similar to Violet, why Jessie? Heh, ridiculous!"
He loved Jessie?
That was simply not possible.
Who would fall in love with the daughter of the man who killed his parents!
Ivan listened to George's words, his expression hung with an evil smile as always, "I'm not joking, what I said is the truth, you did love Jessie, even you loved her from the beginning. I checked the things between you and Jessie, Jessie fell in love with you when you were in your teens, while you fell in love with Jessie even earlier, you were three years older than Jessie, when you were in adolescence, you had a crush on Jessie, you just didn't realize it at that time, and when your parents died later, you suddenly became hateful towards Jessie, but actually, it wasn't really hateful."
"What do you mean?" George's eyes looked at him like a knife.
Ivan laughed, "My meaning is well understood, I'm saying that you never hate Jessie, you just couldn't accept that her parents accidentally exposed your parents' whereabouts and caused your parents' death, so you took this blame for her parents and deliberately misinterpreted it as hatred for the Robinson family, but in fact, you don't really hate the Robinson family either, but anyhow, your parents' death did have something to do with the Robinson family, and you don't hate it, but there is a certain degree of resentment towards them and why they had to go after your parents at that time."
"But you knew that if they didn't go to your parents at that time and send supplies to your parents, your parents would also risk going out and being discovered by the organization's people because of the lack of supplies, which means that whether the Robinson family went to your parents or not, your parents would also be dead, only you couldn't accept such an outcome, so you subconsciously attributed everything to the Robinson family's fault, and you yourself couldn't accept it because you were moved by Jessie, so you also subconsciously thought that your concern for Jessie wasn't because you were moved, but because you hated her, and then you were gradually hypnotized by yourself, thinking that you just really hated Jessie."
"Don't you talk nonsense, this is impossible!" As if greatly stimulated, George fiercely grabbed Ivan's collar, his face fierce and terrifying.
The driver of the car saw this, stopped the car and was about to pull out his gun.
Ivan raised his hand, stopping the driver's movement.
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