Phoebe Harris pushed Samuel Peary away and then left.
"You should go drive too. What? Still counting on your son's car?"
Silvia Waterborne suddenly spoke, then went forward and directly got into Maxwell Peary's car.
Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow, not expecting that Samuel Peary hadn't touched Phoebe Harris for over thirty years.
This big gossip, no one saw it coming.
Hearing this, he felt really strange.
After getting in the car, Maxwell Peary frowned, looking at Silvia Waterborne in the passenger seat.
"Do you... still like him?"
Maxwell Peary suddenly asked.
Silvia Waterborne was stunned for a moment, her expression unreadable.
She sat there, looking into the distance.
"It's been over thirty years. Why even talk about liking or not liking anymore?"
Even if there was still some affection, thirty-plus years had already worn everything away.
But if she really didn't like him, why did she feel so strange when she heard what Phoebe Harris said just now?
