Flynt had no choice but to leave. However, when he reached the door, Cynthia suddenly said, "You've never experienced a smile that comes from true love, so you'll never understand what sincerity is."
Flynt turned around to look at his sister, who had already lay down on the bed. Then, he left her room. He stood at the door, pondering about his sister's words.
He slowly walked towards the door.
It was windy that day. There were some trees in Cynthia's yard with triangular things hanging on them like lotus bulbs. Many of them formed into a large flower cluster. The flower cluster was not very beautiful, but every autumn, the flowers would scatter and turn into small leaves, falling from the sky.
Flynt loved those flowers when he was a child, which were sometimes like leaves, and at times flowers.
Cynthia had once said that flowers were not flowers, and leaves were not leaves. That kind of thing was very intriguing.
At that time, Flynt was about five years old, while his second sister was almost ten. She always held his hand, and together, they stood under the tree in the courtyard.
He didn't know what they were doing standing there. His sister said that whenever their father came, their mother would be overjoyed, and everyone in the courtyard would be happy as well. Moreover, the food that day would be delicious.
Later when he grew up, he found that the courtyard was getting more desolate. He only saw his father once every year during the holidays. Every time he came, he acted cold to their mother. Flynt never forgot how harsh and cold his words were. He could see the disgust in his father's eyes while the warmth he should have for his mother was long gone.
Her father had had two mistresses in three years. Up to then, there were seven of them. They were all strategic marriages. Excluding the woman named Meica, who had no powerful background, the rest were just for business reasons.
Over the years, Flynt had indeed never felt any love in the family. His mother would never consider their feelings. At most, she would arrange a grand wedding for them. His mother would find a suitable wife for him especially, someone who would benefit his future career.
But mistresses...
Although Flynt had never thought about it, it didn't necessarily mean that he wouldn't have them.
After walking out of the yard, the butler saw Flynt and approached him to ask if there was anything wrong, the reason for not driving, and if he should ask the driver to fetch him, and so on.
Flynt waved his hand and strolled out of the Moore family's mansion courtyard. He didn't know where to go, but he knew deep down that he couldn't stay there.
Cynthia had hit him right in the guts.
After returning home, Raeleigh followed Jepherson to have a rest. At first, Jepherson intended to take Raeleigh to the hospital for a check-up, but she rejected that offer, so they didn't go there in the end. However, when she returned home, she saw doctors waiting at home. She guessed that it was Jepherson who called him there.
"I'm fine." Raeleigh was worried that Novalie would find out, so she didn't want the doctor to come, but she didn't manage to stop him.
Although she said that she was fine, she still followed the doctor's instructions and lay on the couch for a simple examination. After the examination, the doctor told Jepherson, who was sitting by her side and holding Raeleigh's hand, "Everything seems normal. Mr. Jepherson, you can rest assured."
"I'm sorry to trouble you. Serra, would you please see the two doctors off?" Jepherson stood up. Regardless of whether Raeleigh was willing or not, he bent down and carried her upstairs. Raeleigh yelled at him to put her down, but he pretended not to hear her. Scarlette witnessed them on one side and felt jealous. It would be amazing if Hadrian would do the same thing!
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