No Remarriage for us Stay Away by Livia Storm

Chapter 487 Dislike Me

"Ezekiel, why would you say something like that?"

"Well, my uncle..." Ezekiel murmured, lifting a glass of wine from the table and taking a sip. He poured himself another at a leisurely pace and said, "My uncle tried to prevent Zachary from reopening your father's case, intending to pin the blame on Johanne. It could also be because I told you the conflict between the White family and Zachary was due to interests the previous time. Actually, I lied to you."

Lenora's lips moved slightly.

After she returned to her home country, she never reached out to him, harboring the intention of gradually distancing herself.

"See? You're not denying it. You dislike me now."

Lenora was rendered speechless for a while. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's not that I dislike you. I just don't understand you."

When she was in Fairlake, she believed his words.

Later, she learned everything from Zachary. Only then did she realize that the conflict between the White family and the Fuller family was related to her father's case.

Back then, she thought that perhaps he was oblivious to the actions of the White family. Otherwise, he wouldn't have mentioned so casually that he wanted to support the White family.

At that moment, however, he had admitted to deceiving her, which indicated that he was aware of it.

"Why didn't you ask me if you didn't understand?" Ezekiel leaned his arm on his forehead, squinting his eyes at her.

Lenora had considered asking him why the White family was trying to hinder the investigation.

However, she thought it wouldn't have made a difference.

She merely had a chance encounter with Ezekiel, and he had no obligation to explain anything to her.

Ezekiel had helped her a few times, but that didn't mean he was obliged to assist her in everything.

but you still chose to act as you did. You must have had your reasons, reasons that were clearly far more important than my feelings toward you. Hence, there's

head back, his raven-like eyelashes casting intricate shadows in his eye sockets, making his eyes appear even more profound, mystifying, and indistinct. "Do

what?" Lenora asked, following his line of

glass, so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He struggled to control his emotions as he said, "It's because my uncle hates

strikingly similar to Zachary's, a thought flashed across Lenora's mind in a split second, a thought so unbelievable she could hardly believe it. Could it

eight months pregnant, was so upset that she gave birth to me prematurely. After my birth, she was never able to

closed his eyes, gritting his teeth tightly. His lips trembled slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse,

before her birth, a gentle rain had fallen. My granny, feeling it was a sign, named my mother Rebecca. The name means to tie people together, just like how the rain is a symbol of life and connection. Upon hearing the news of my mother's death, my granny fainted on the spot. Her health deteriorated rapidly thereafter, and she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. She often mistook others for my mother. Yet, when she was on her deathbed, she regained her lucidity. Holding my hand, she confessed that she

heavy emphasis on each word, his eyes moistened for a

against the back of the chair and took

Zachary's background, Lenora

the child of Tamara and Bertram from years

culprit remained unpunished, causing Ezekiel to develop a deep resentment toward the Fuller

the blame as the main culprit. Once the

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a massive blow. Seizing this opportunity, the Hoffman and White families, along with others who wanted a piece of the pie, would

once had

extremely polite to her over the phone. He knew she was his former daughter-in-law, and not too long before that, Zachary had personally visited the Fuller residence because of the issues Jasmine was

a mother. Thankfully, my father loved me deeply, even willing to sacrifice his life for mine. That's

clearly didn't

refer to

relative

Bertram was

understand the pain of losing a loved

hazy, tinged with a shade of pain. "I

and hidden vulnerabilities, their hatreds, in their hearts. To lay one's soul bare for others to see is