Listening to Godfery Shaw's words.
Emma Lewis almost wanted to roll her eyes.
When had she ever seen Nancy Allen agree to someone's request out of pity?
Nancy might look frail, but did Godfery Shaw forget how truly wild and ruthless Nancy is at heart?
Nancy, however, could quite understand Godfery Shaw's reaction.
This man was inherently stubborn, only admitting he liked her as he lay dying, in both lifetimes.
Nancy looked up at Godfery Shaw, her clear eyes gradually misting over. She wrote resentfully, "Godfery Shaw, if you don't want to care about me, just leave. Why say things that make me sad? In the end, who is the one deserving pity?"
Yes, right now Nancy indeed seemed more pitiable.
Godfery Shaw only felt that the layer of mist in Nancy's eyes enveloped him, weighing heavily on his heart.
Godfery Shaw held Nancy as he rose from the floor, sat down on the dining chair, and spoke in a somewhat panic-stricken manner, "I... I didn't mean that."
