Sir Ares, Goodnight

Sis Shirley was first taken aback, then she let out a slight smile.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Yorks. I don't have any hopes of marrying him. I'm only staying in Mount Pearl because I want the child to stay closer to him and form a bond with him. I'll leave when he finds a marriage partner. I promise to never ruin his happiness."

Angeline added frankly, "Your worries are completely unnecessary, Eldest Aunt. Sis Shirley is the Severe family's most beloved daughter. We'll never allow her to stoop to marrying a man who doesn't even love her o r let her step into a family that won't accept her."

Mrs. Yorks looked at Angeline. She was uncompromising when it came to love, and that prideful demeanor of hers did resemble her in some ways. She, however, was lucky to have met Jay who was willing to give in to her and indulge her. That was why she could live like a queen.

Unfortunately for her, she met Spencer. Spencer did not allow her to get jealous of his mistresses nor hurt them. Without Spencer there to safeguard and protect her, her love was nothing but a flash in the pan. "It's normal for women to suffer, Angeline." Mrs. Yorks

laughed. "Your parents-in-law will refuse to see you, your husband will be fickle, and there will be differences in opinions regarding how you should raise your children... How can things go the way you want them to all the time?"

Angeline was dumbfounded...

Yorks on the ground with her knees pulled up. After pondering for a very long time while hugging her knees, she said blankly, "Eldest Aunt, life is just like a religious practice. You'll experience one form of suffering

like you develop such understanding at such a young age. What you said makes a lot of sense, Angeline, but it's easier said than

been heartbroken when Uncle Spencer did that to you. But Eldest Aunt, are you going to keep hiding in the ancestral hall for

advice and insisted on marrying

pink. "Eldest Aunt..." She stretched out her hand and

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decisions are, we, the juniors, will support you

who was entering meditation, Mrs.

ripples on the surface. It was even more so like

thought that maybe it was time to

"Thank you, Angeline."

Bang!

as though mountains had