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.

the attention given to my father's case, 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 no point in asking." Upon hearing those words, Ezekiel was taken aback for a few seconds. He

eye sockets, making his eyes appear even more

following his

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

strikingly similar to Zachary's, a thought flashed across Lenora's mind in a split second, a thought so unbelievable she

that she gave birth to me

tightly. His lips trembled slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of

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

spoke with a heavy emphasis on each word, his eyes

his eyes, leaning his head against the back of

considered Zachary's background, Lenora

the child of Tamara and

death of his mother, the culprit remained unpunished, causing Ezekiel to develop a

main culprit. Once the verdict was announced

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Hoffman and White families, along with others who wanted a piece of the pie, would kick them while

remembered that she once had a

had personally visited the Fuller residence because of the issues Jasmine was causing her. The

can empathize with your feelings. I, too, grew up without a mother. Thankfully, my father loved me deeply, even willing to sacrifice his life for

clearly

Bertram had to be mediocre at best. Otherwise, he wouldn't continually refer to him

relative

was

to me. Since you understand the pain of losing a loved one, you shouldn't have stood in the

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

and hidden vulnerabilities, their hatreds, in their hearts. To lay one's soul