Chapter 431

Alexander’s heart quivered, and his chest rose and fell violently, akin to the sensation of ingesting an exceptionally bitter pill that sent bitterness coursing through his entire being.

His dark eyes were now filled with hopelessness.

He thought to himself, ‘Idiot? Ha! I’m an idiot!‘

For nearly two decades, he had held thoughts of the young girl close to his heart. He had carefully preserved this relationship as his most cherished memory. Nonetheless, he now realized that this significant memory held no importance to Olivia.

At this moment, he felt as if he had become a joke.

His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Olivia. With a choked voice, he asked word by word, “Is that memory really so unbearable to you? Don’t you reminisce it at all?”

Olivia looked at him quietly, taking in his current expression.

She blinked slowly and asked, “Do all your childhood memories mean anything to you? Do you remember the name of the kindergarten teacher when you were five years old? Do you remember the table from elementary school? Do you remember every playmate in your childhood?”

Alexander was stunned.

He really did not remember.

However, to him, the girl in the gown was different. She was his best memory and the light in his dark life.

Alexander promptly expressed his thoughts as he was eager for Olivia to understand them.

him indifferently after listening. She said extremely calmly, “Am I the most cherished memory from your childhood,

He nodded firmly.

this, she subconsciously clenched her fists, and the resentment in her eyes became

Olivia’s tone changed, adding, “You’re not a part of the most cherished memory of my childhood. You’re

sense of

turned out that he was just a speck of dust

sad. You still have me. You still have me, eh? You’re

lost!” Alexander’s tone suddenly turned sharp, and he felt as if there was a fire burning

he wished he could

all

causing him to mistake

her heart ache. She felt as though she was soaking in an ice

upon Olivia, and she said with great resentment, “Didn’t you promise you’d never desire the whistle again if

to me?

her calmly, then said,

“Then what are you doing now? You’ve already said that you don’t want it, so why did you tell him? The whistle is mine. It’s mine! I’ve never seen such a hypocritical person like you. I’ve asked you several times, and you’ve always told me that you don’t want it anymore. Since you don’t want it anymore, so why did you have to

loud voice wavered, leading it to tremble as she spoke. By the time she uttered the last

had remained obediently within the Grant family, today’s events might not have unfolded.” Bettany now

mine. It has nothing to do with you. Bettany,

assist me. Who begged you to help me, eh? Whether it was rescuing me by sending me to the Dillon family or arranging for

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your own desires. I never begged

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