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.

must have had your reasons, reasons that were clearly far more important than my feelings toward you. Hence, there's no point in asking." Upon hearing those words, Ezekiel was taken aback for a few seconds. He gave a bewildered smile and lifted

his eye sockets, making his eyes

Lenora asked, following his line of

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

similar to Zachary's, a thought flashed across Lenora's mind in a split second,

gave birth to

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

and then, with blood all around her..." Ezekiel uttered while sipping his drink. "When she passed away, she was only twenty-four... When I was a child, I remember my granny telling me that my mother was born in autumn. The night 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 shouldn't have named my mother Rebecca. From the moment I was born, I was without a mother. The one responsible for my

heavy emphasis on each word, his eyes

closed his eyes, leaning his head against the back

she considered Zachary's

was indeed the child of Tamara and

the culprit remained unpunished, causing Ezekiel

the investigation because they wanted Johanne to bear the blame as the main culprit. Once the verdict was announced and the news that the eldest son

sout

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families, along with others who wanted a piece of the pie, would kick them while they were down. Even if the Fuller family could ultimately save themselves, they would

once had a

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 causing her. The reason why

loved me deeply, even

Ezekiel clearly didn't

be mediocre at best. Otherwise, he wouldn't continually refer to him as his

relative simply didn't

to think about it. If Bertram was truly a

you what my father was to me. Since you understand the pain of losing

to look at her apologetically. His gaze was hazy, tinged with a shade of pain. "I regretted it afterward, but I was too afraid to face you... That's why

understand... Everyone harbors their own secrets and hidden vulnerabilities, their hatreds, in their hearts. To lay one's soul bare for others to see

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