Chapter 169

"So, you're afraid that the truth about his mother's death would upset him again?"

"Yes." Albert nodded. "The psychologist suggested taking it slow, waiting until Mr. Frost's condition

improves."

"Got it."

I replied calmly, not feeling any other emotions. In fact, if it weren't for Grandfather's dying instructions, I wouldn't even want to deal with the Frost family's affairs.

However, when I returned home and thought about Ryan's plight, I couldn't help but feel a trace of... pity.

But soon, remembering how he had shouted at me in the ward, that pitiful trace of pity vanished

completely.

I suddenly hated myself a bit, hated that I was always unable to come up with a foolproof plan.

Lying bored on the sofa, Jane suddenly arrived.

I opened the door. "Why didn't you just use your fingerprint to get in?"

"was afraid I might see something I shouldn't."

twisted her slender waist, entered gracefully, kicked off her heels, slipped into her own pair of house slippers, glanced at me, and got straight to the point. "Why so down?" "Today, I was going to continue

settled back into the sofa, and chuckled self-deprecatingly. "But

over with a smile. "Too

evidence that her mother killed

whole story briefly to

to send the young bitch away, but now an

"But it's no surprise that Ryan doesn't believe

has he ever believed

question left me

It seemed like never.

a while,

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right either.

cursed Jessica out loud upon

she was acting

looked over, noticing her reddened

didn't hide anything, saying frankly, "Tom is going to get

a wealthy young

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sofa, tears falling freely, "Charlotte, I don't want to like him anymore. I hate myself for ever liking him. He told

I

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