She lived so humbly in his world, treating him as a god-like figure, forgiving anything he did, never doubting his character even if it hurt or pained her...
But... she was deceived.
Even now, she finds it hard to believe the man she loves is such a cruel, cold-blooded person...
A life, he sees so cheaply, how cruel his world is!
What dreams of love and a happy marriage can she weave? How can she continue her affection for her father's murderer...
If she stays with him, how can her father rest in peace in the lower world?
The laughable thing is, she nearly walked into marriage with him, carrying more entanglements in her womb...
How can she choose?
That he drove her father to death — this fact she could never bear.
Howard Geoffrey's grim gaze fixed on Rebecca Quentin's sorrowful eyes, but in this moment, he said nothing.
"Even you have moments when you can't answer?" Rebecca Quentin chuckled softly.
Howard Geoffrey's cold pupils slightly contracted.
