Chapter 264: Chapter 264

###Chapter 263 One Wrong Step - Part 1

I nodded, maybe I talked too much, or my body was already exhausted. .Seeing that I was very sleepy, Kyle Branson said, "You stay in the hospital for a day today. Isn't the party every night? When you had a good rest, you will have the strength to fight enemies and monsters."

I sighed and lay in bed for a long day.

When I returned to the capital from Hempstead, it was already the afternoon of the second day. Liam Weld met me at the airport and saw me with dark circles under my eyes. "When you went back to Hempstead like this, did you meet a ghost?"

I got on the bus and said faintly, "I am in a hurry. I didn't have a good rest."

"Try the dress on later, then you go to my place to have a rest, and I'll call you in the evening." He started the car and said.

I looked at him with a faint smile on my face.

Seeing that I only laughed but did not speak, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you looking at me so gloomily and horribly?"

Looking back, I said faintly, "Did anyone tell you that you look more like a brother?"

He gasped, not having a good airway. "Don't say such things against your will."

I looked out of the window, some mind-wandering, some melodious voice, "Liam Weld, the people in the Primrose yard, now only you and me."

He gave me an unconscious look and frowned at me. "What do you mean?"

He kept staring at me at the traffic light.

My throat soared and my eyes interfered with it. "Maisie is gone."

"What do you mean gone?"

"She and her grandmother are buried in the graveyard in Hempstead. I wanted to take them back to Primrose, but now it seems that none of us can go back to there."

The green light is on.

But the old man on the road crossing walks very slowly.

And the cars behind have been pressing the horn, Liam Weld did not start the car, but looked up at the traffic light in front of him and closed he closed his eyes.

As the whistle still sounded, he suddenly got out of the car and closed the door impatiently. I was stupefied for a moment, reflected what he was going to do, and hurriedly followed him down.

He walked to the side of the car he had been urging and knocked on the driver's window. The driver rolled down the glass and said impatiently, "Isn't it great to drive an old Bentley? You - " When the driver was about to curse, he closed his mouth under the eyes of Liam Weld.

Liam Weld pursed his lips and raised her eyebrows. His cold eyes fell on the man's face and said, "Come on down here!"

The man was a little confused and didn't know what was going on. He said angrily, "No, there's something wrong with you!"

"No! Get out of your car!" Liam Weld worked hard and almost grumpy opened the man's car door and pulled the fat men out of the car.

Then the man was beaten by his hand. He was so confused, but after seeing the fierce appearance of Liam, he could not help begging for forgiveness.

After venting his feelings out, Liam Weld tossed a business card to him and said with a bit of riffraff, "Don't honk your horn in the city center next time, otherwise, it won't be as simple as beating up."

Then Liam Weld returned to the car and getting ready to leave.

I sighed slightly. "You didn't have to be so impulsive! The best you can do is to listen to his quarrel and wait for the old man to leave after crossing the zebra crossing. There is no need to cause trouble."

He curled his lips and did not attempt to talk back. It was so obvious that his good moods are all gone. "Tell me, how did she die?"

I was surprised for a moment, looked sideways at him, and saw that he was driving very seriously. I just seemed to ask a faint question.

I said, "Due to obstructed labor. The baby survived, but the mother bled away."

He frowned. "Whose child?"

I thought about it and said, "Can I just not say it? She passed on the child to me and didn't want the father to know that there was a child."

"Is that why you went to Hempstead to make it look like this?" Having arrived at the image design company, he stopped his car and spoke faintly.

When I got out of the car, I asked, "Are there many people coming to the party tonight?"

"Celebrities and journalists from all over the capital will come!" He motioned to me to go in and threw his car keys in my bag.

I pursed my lips and said without a word, "Where and when did you learn to leave your car keys in a girl's bag?"

He shrugged. "Blair Wilde said that only relatives and loved ones can do such intimate things."

I.

Blair Wilde, the elegant girl I saw in Hempstead?

Without studying his words, I said, "So, after this banquet, not only the whole capital will know?"

He nodded. "Definitely the whole country will know."

I smiled and said, "Uncle Liam has a heart of gold!"

Seeing me smiling inexplicably, he couldn't help frowning. "What do you want?"

I shrugged. "Liam Weld, I have always felt that I am a person who is very easy to let go. I don't care about a lot of things as long as time goes on, but in fact, I can't. I still want Erin Aster to lose her reputation and ask her to kneel and beg me to let her go. Let Nicole go."

He frowned abruptly, showing some complexity in his black eyes. "And what do you want to do?"

"Do you still remember those things I gave you before? I originally thought that Nicole had no child and had been stabbed by me. Erin Aster's company has at least now been investigated, and she has also lost a lot of herself. I don't care about receiving a lot of public opinions, but now I don't think I can do it yet. I want to give Erin Aster's dirty past to the public and show the Biden family how disgusting a pair of skin is hidden beneath her gentle and elegant appearance."

People cannot be tainted with hatred. Otherwise, there will be no goodness and tolerance.

When I was a child, when I watched TV series, the protagonist could forgive and let go of the disaster of the extermination of the nation. Now it is really ridiculous to think about the time when vengeance is beautiful. These are just words used by bystanders to persuade others when they watch the fire from the other side.

I have never seen a victim brazenly say when he has done something wrong.

To put it bluntly, it is not their own suffering, so it is the audience who is tolerant and forgiving.

Spectators are just spectators, distinguishing what is right or wrong in front of God's vision, and finally saying words that do not take into account the feelings of the victims.

He paused and looked at me shallowly, complicated and compassionate. "Ivelle, no matter what you want to do, I will always support you, but I hope you won't regret it. Our life is just too short. How you want to spend your life is of course up to you. It's OK with having hatred in the heart, but I hope that for the rest of your life, you can empty your heart to see the sunny rivers, insects, fish, birds, and animals, and cherish the people you love, and those who love you."

I was stupefied. I never thought that such words would come out of his mouth. I was sure to look at him, feeling as if he was not the old Liam Weld whom I knew.

But when I think about it, I can understand why he said so. At that time, he struggled in a world of hatred and could not get out. Later, he left after doing so many things to hurt others.