At home, she never dared to vent her emotions. She was also in pain, but she had to pretend to be strong and bear the cold shoulder and verbal abuse of her father. In the company looking at those failed trade war with Cosen Co.,Ltd.., her scars have been torn open over and over again. With Wrisky Corp teetering on the brink of bankruptcy several times, she did everything she could to keep the company running.
This is her, the strong woman who is vigorous and resolute in business, the murderous accomplice who has no shame in her father's eyes, the woman who will do anything for power in the eyes of all families.
But it's not her, not either one.
She loved her sister and longed for her mother. She was never good at expressing herself, she would only do it quietly, even her sister's funeral was handled by her calmly. Her father had scolded her more than once for being a heartless bustard.
Does she really not have a heart? But why does her heart hurt so much every time?
Cyril held deflated Aurora, gently dried the teardrops on her face, and sat down without saying a word, letting the wound on his shoulder seep blood.
He looked at the church not far away, which was restored at Aurora's expense, and remembered that shortly after Flora's death, Aurora had been praying in the church day and night, and the clanging dust outside, the demolition and construction of the building could not affect her in any way, just like a statue.
Aurora had always been an atheist, but at that moment she became the most devoted believer in God.
He could see that she wanted to try to do something, to redeem herself or to distract herself, just do something. He knew that for this special day, Aurora would be out alone, so he silently followed behind.
Since he was a child, he has followed and watched Aurora grow from a baby in her stride to the prickly figure she is today.
All night Aurora babbled, and then he would gently pat her on the back to calm her down.
The morning light is bright. The first ray of sunlight into Aurora's eyes, she blinked with great effort. The small square sporadically passed a few people, walking in a hurry. Even no one paid attention to them, after all, they often see people sleeping on the ground here.
She stretched her back and looked disgustedly at Cyril who was rubbing his shoulders, her tone was extremely impatient "Why are you still here?"
Cyril teased, "Who makes someone just like taking sleeping pills and not letting me go."
She took a deep breath of the morning air, then said to a tired-looking Cyril next to her, "Come on, let's have a shower and eat ."
"Where ?"
Aurora lifted her chin and pointed in the direction of the church, "Look, the church."
It was the first time he had stepped through the doors of the church openly, and after a brief meal, Aurora and he talked about the engagement.
"You know, there's no way back for me."
Cyril sneered, "Do I have to marry you if you have no way out?" After a pause he went on to add, "Besides, you'll regret marrying me."
She didn't care, "Let the future Aurora regret it, I just want to do the right thing in front of me now."
To show her sincerity, she took the initiative to ask, "Yesterday you said you were here on business, what was it? Is there anything I can help you with?"
Cyril paused for a moment, then quickly replied, "Nothing, it's just that a child I sponsor here went missing two days ago, and I came to check on him."
"Such a coincidence?" Her eyes widened, "The church has been missing four children, I just found out about it yesterday and have sent someone to check it out."
"Really?" Cyril looked a little distracted.
"Don't worry, I'll get to the bottom of it, the child you sponsored and children who have been abducted in church should be the same group." Aurora saw his bad face and comforted him, "Go back first, this is not the place for you."
After learning of Cyril's existence, she had tried to get some information about him from Arvin, who warned her not to make Cyril's identity public without permission. All along, Cyril had stayed away from people and society, he didn't like to be disturbed, and in Arvin's words, "like a high canary, he spends all his life in in a golden cage, looking frighteningly lonely."
"Let's leave Together." Cyril said as if nothing had happened.