Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1214 Cruel Questions

Hana looked at her and asked her something in Cirencester's language, which I didn't understand. Anya lowered her gaze. "My home used to be here in Trestlewood."

In that instant, Anya's face darkened. I looked to Hana, who translated their conversation for me.

I gently patted Anya's hand and said, "I'm sorry."

Though Anya shook her head, her emotions seemed affected. She spoke softly and rapidly.

Hana translated swiftly, relaying Anya's words almost as soon as she spoke them.

"She says, 'My family used to live in this city, and my parents ran a small business. My mother sold souvenirs and other items, while my father sold amulets. Though the business was small, we lived comfortably. My father loved us and often took us on outings."" I kept my eyes on Anya's beautiful, innocent face, now tinged with a hint of sorrow.

Anya's recounting seemed somewhat pitiful, and she was completely immersed in her memories. Her ability to recall everything from her childhood made me envious, as she remembered everything vividly, while I couldn't.

did business from a young age, selling items to tourists. Later, my father met an employer who supplied us with cosmetics to wholesale. We

she meant by 'cosmetics' business. The image of those 'cosmetics' appeared in my mind-the

strategy, and my father turned out to be

had deceived quite a few people. Even around

lightly, admitting that fate was an inexplicable

our family was very grateful to him. Just delivering goods could earn us a lot of money and it was

looked at me,

around.

my father for goods. One time, my dad got drunk and accidentally broke a bottle of cosmetics, revealing what was

scene

father said, 'We can't continue this business. But my mother dragged him to the storage room for a big argument. After they made up,

feared something would happen, the more it did. Once,

to big trouble. After that, there was no

eyes were red, and her tears were falling freely