The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

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Peyton hastily lowered her arm, wincing from the pain the simple movement caused. “It’s all right, just a bit of muscle soreness, she reassured Freya, who was at a loss for words. Peyton was the type to downplay her injuries, so Freya knew better than to press. Peyton caught Freya’s glance towards the ward’s door and quickly stood to close it. “What’s going on, Fay?” Peyton asked, her gaze returning to Freya. Taking a deep breath. Freya declared. “I will help you get revengel”

this was no joke. Peyton quickly lowered her voice, whispering urgently, “Fay, don’t do anything rash! We’re all still alive, aren’t we? You can’t take them on.” “Jolin is too formidable. I used to admire her on TV shows.” “Her characters always seemed so kind, I never expected her to be so different in real life.” “But let’s not dwell on it: we’re lucky to be alive. Don’t act impulsively. I made a huge mistake this time because I was too impulsive and wanted you to succeed.” “We don’t have any evidence, and

exhaled deeply and agreed. “Okay! I’ll leave Saeville with you. But what about Aunt Linda’s condition….?” “We’ll leave Saeville first, then go abroad,” Freya proposed. “I plan to start a fashion design studio overseas. Once I’ve saved enough money, you can stay abroad to manage

Freya’s face. Freya was taken aback and managed a bitter smile. She was determined to protect her loved ones. Peyton, I’m sorry, but we have to leave Saeville. We

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a relief. But I can’t risk anything happening to you.” “If you were to die because of me, I could never forgive myself, even in hell.” “Fay, don’t say that,” Peyton pleaded, tears welling up

continuing, “You forgot. It was during our freshman year of hight school.” “During military training, all my classmates wore designer brands, while I had on a pair of worn- out sneakers.” “Everyone was staring at my shoes. Remember how they broke during training, exposing my toes? I was mortified. Then you brought me a pair of shoes while I was resting in the dormitory at noon. I was incredibly grateful. Have you forgotten?” Freya had almost forgotten. She remembered a girl with broken shoes, the object of

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