Tyler was right. Theo had indeed given his all.
He was no saint but would not have expected Mason t o be harboring hatred for him for so many years, nor would he have expected him to act on his hatred one day.
However, it was also true that all of this happened because of him.
Seeing me frown, Tyler sighed softly and said in a helpless tone, "Wanda, the journey ahead of you will get more and more tiring if you can’t let go of many things."
"What about you?" I returned the question. "Can you turn a blind eye to Susan's birth origin and live a good life with her from now on?"
He fell silent and furrowed his brows slightly. "We're talking about you right now."
I nodded. "Yeah, we are. I’m just talking to you using another way. In fact, many times when things aren’t happening to you, you’ll be indifferent about them or perhaps even find them tolerable. But once those same things happen to you, you'll take on a different attitude."
He pursed his lips, choosing to remain silent probably
because he thought it was getting annoying to talk to me.
The wound on my cheek was getting more and more painful. I felt uncomfortable.
Even though I rarely dressed up, I was still a woman, after all. I would feel very sad if I was disfigured.
Two people appeared at the door-Petra and Grayson.
Petra walked tearfully toward me without saying a word and merely wept in silence.
I did not know what to say, and neither did I want to say anything to her.
"What exactly happened?" Petra asked, looking at Tyler.
Tyler explained what happened. Petra and Grayson’s countenance gradually turned sullen.
It was Theo's fault that I got hurt, but it was also him who saved me in the end by taking a dagger for me. Even so, they still resented him.
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