Chương 688: Nosebleed

Sprawled on the floor, Mary's words reverberated in Timothy's head.

Her father had died because of them. Timothy's vision blurred even more at that revelation.

He had never expected that so much had happened 30 years ago.

"Is that enough for you? Would you like to hear more?" Mary said, her eyes red. "The entire story would take me three days to tell."

"Sylvia..." Timothy's voice trembled. He had opened and closed his mouth several times but simply could not find the words to say to Mary. In the end, he only managed to utter her name.

No words could make Mary feel better.

Mary did not feel sorry for the shuddering man at her feet at all.

She would never be able to forgive him for all the pain he put her through.

She had survived the darkest of days and no longer needed anyone.

His apology meant nothing to her at all.