"Chapter 1389
He slowly said, "I've been investigating my Aunt's cause of death. Not long ago, I found out about Milton White's secret. I didn't want to upset you, so I didn't tell you. Has he told you everything now?"
Chloe Collins lowered her eyes and nodded.
Alexander Foster comforted her, "Don't think too much. Everyone has their own stance. He has the right to choose, and so do you."
She was well-aware of this, and that's why she made her decision.
To take a path that diverges from Milton White's.
From now on, she probably won't have her strict senior to discipline her anymore.
Alexander Foster wiped away the faint tear at the corner of her eye and gently comforted her, "It's okay, it's okay, I am still here. Don't cry, alright?"
The man's gentle consolation inadvertently induced her tears.
She wouldn't usually cry, but that day she couldn't help it.
The December Orlando was covered in snow, a cold that could freeze a human.