Tiffany Lynch was stunned, her eyes widening with some panic, "What... what do you mean?"
At this moment, the two of them bore no trace of having once deeply loved each other; even childhood sweethearts couldn't withstand the ravages of time and the shifts of circumstance—things and people change.
George River sneered, as if thinking of something, then suddenly asked, "Tiffany Lynch, if you had come back to the country and I was just a poor boy with no money, would you still have loved me? If I couldn't bring you any benefits or resources, would you still say you love me?"
At his words, Tiffany Lynch's face turned deathly pale as she looked at the man in front of her as if he were a stranger, the past where she would coyly snuggle in his arms seeming like an illusion.
She instinctively stepped back, wanting to retort, but found she could say nothing.
There was no other reason.
What George River said was indeed true.
