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This was the first time I had seen Timothy being so fragile.
I looked at his slightly red eyes and was silent for a moment.
If Timothy was a shameless person, I could scold him and block all his contact information.
But he was not.
Timothy was so gentle and polite that I couldn't say anything harsh to him.
In the end, Timothy smiled and comforted me, "It's my fault. Fiona, you have made your words clear, but I always think there's still hope."
"Well..."
Timothy patted me on the shoulder and interrupted, "Well, let's go back. I knew what you meant. After the holiday, I will go home and not disturb you anymore."
Although it didn't go smoothly, the result was what I wanted.
I shut up and went home with Timothy.
Seeing us coming back together, my mom seemed unsurprised. Oliver, who was sitting at the dining table, greeted us and took the bag from my hand.