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Chapter 448

Chapter 448 Only I Could Not

I withdrew my gaze, looking at him sideways, "So, is that how you convinced yourself to give up on Marjorie?"

His face faltered, he pursed his lips, and said unnaturally, "Why are you dragging me into this with her, we..."

"You liked her, I could tell since we came back from Dracview. You rejected Olivia, made up a lot of excuses, but you never told her that there was already someone in your heart." This directly punctured his thoughts.

His face changed slightly, but just a few seconds later, he stopped arguing and said, "So what, all these things, they're all in the past."

Yes, it's all in the past now.

Looking at me, he said, "Don't talk about me, I'm advising you now. If you're going to be miserable over a Walter, then I'll lose respect for you."

Without arguing with him about what I was thinking, I asked, "How has the Conner Group been doing recently?"

When asked about the company, he spoke to me at length without stopping. In the end, he looked at me and said, "Now that you're back, just return to the company and work peacefully as before. Don't think about those messy things anymore, what happened in the past, is in the past."

I didn't respond, my hand unconsciously gripping the red plastic bag that Elliott had given me. Could it really be in the past? Captain Lucas's death, Elliott's death, everyone else could casually say it's all in

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the past, but I alone couldn't.

I watched them die right before my eyes. How could I possibly act as if nothing had happened?

I could let go of Walter, sincerely wishing him and Marjorie well, but I couldn't just casually say "it's all in the past" and then go on living as if nothing had happened. I'don't know when it started, but I haven't been able to live like I used to for a long time.

I didn't agree to work for Alexander at the Conner Group, I just temporarily stayed at his house. The next day, I went to the police station alone and handed over the things Elliott had given me to Stanley. Stanley looked surprised and asked, "Is this what Elliott gave you before he died?"

I nodded, having no intention of talking more with him. After handing over the things to him, I wanted to leave.

He called out to her, "Ms. Conner."

I stopped to look at him, didn't speak, just asked with my eyes.

He pursed his lips and said, "I didn't expect the Hinton family to replace out about the border issue so quickly. I just learned about the trouble the Hinton family has caused you. I'm sorry."

So, Elliott's death, it wasn't what he and the old lady had discussed?

After a few seconds of confusion, I shook my head slightly and said, "It was inevitable, you don't need to apologize to me."

It seemed that Marjorie really wanted to marry Walter. She was so afraid of any potential relationship between Walter and me; that she hurriedly told the old lady about the border incident. She was terrified

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that if I met Walter, I would stand in her way.

People in this world, they are actually not as simple as they appear on the surface, Marguerite was, Marjorie was.

Leaving the police station, I had nowhere to go, so I could only return to Alexander's house.

Once upon a time, I thought River City was my ultimate destination, but now, looking at this bustling city, I only feel strange and lonely, as if I was abandoned by the city in an instant.

A thousand lights from a thousand homes, I no longer belonged here.

For the following few days, I stayed in the house, not stepping out at all. Alexander just assumed I was upset and in a bad mood, so he didn't say much.

A week later, after several days of continuous drizzle, the weather in River City gradually cleared up.

And I, too, had gone out.

Seeing me about to leave, Alexander asked, “Where are you planning to go? Do you need company?"

I shook my head, looking at him with a faint smile, "No need, I just want to go out for a walk, you carry on with your work."

He nodded, paused, and said, "Don't lose hope."

I smiled faintly, shaking my head, "No, I just simply wanted to take a look at this city where I had lived for over twenty years."

He grunted, probably busy, and didn't continue to talk to me much,

then left.

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This city that nurtured me for over twenty years, I finished touring in just two days. Familiar yet strange, it holds many of my memories. About my parents, about Rachel, about Walter, filled with both joy and sorrow, yet they are becoming increasingly distant from me.

When I received Walter's call, I was sitting in the park where my father often took me for leisurely walks when I was a child, staring blankly. Looking at the incoming call display on my mobile phone screen. I was still a bit dazed.

The phone connected, a familiar voice came from the other end, "Tabatha, where are you?"