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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...

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 or another eventually, so we as humans need to prioritize making ourselves happy so those who care and love u s will be happy as well.

such a young age. What you said makes

heartbroken when Uncle Spencer did that to you. But Eldest Aunt, are you going to keep hiding in the ancestral hall for the rest of your life and isolate yourself from him

and insisted on marrying Spencer. I've fallen out with them. I can't bring myself to go back to them now that things have gone south. I can't

out her hand and held Mrs. Yorks' hand as if she could lend her some

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what your decisions are, we, the juniors, will support you regardless. We just

entering meditation, Mrs.

of her heart, forming ripples on the surface. It was even more so like a clear spring being poured into a desert, refreshing

thought that maybe it was time to make

"Thank you, Angeline."

Bang!

as though mountains had collapsed and the ground was