Mr. Wayne felt his heart was ripped unevenly. His stubborn trait was unexpectedly inherited by his son. How could he give him an advise when his own home was wrecked?
"Son, I know that forgetting and moving on is possible though I was not willing to do it myself. But I want you to be truly happy. Go and find your happiness. "
Anthon smiled. "Good night, dad! Don't worry about me. "
Mr. Wayne once again pulled him into a comforting embrace before he closed the door.
Anthon recalled everything while he lied down on his bed. Jim was exraordinarily good to him and he could no longer afford to hurt him. He planned to increase his manpower and resources to complete the project soon. The last thing he would be enduring was their coming wedding. After that, he would give himself the freedom. He would give Jia and Jim the peace.
He picked up the phone and did a video call with Giselle.
"Gis, which open country I should go? " He asked to a startled Giselle.
"What? "
