"She would rather believe in others and clothe herself in layers of armor than accept my sympathy. She is such a proud woman, yet I was bewitched by her, unable to forget her!"
"Without Daniel Marshall to back her up, without Daniel to escort her, without the status of Mrs. Olivia Marshall, what can she do? Do you think it's easy to be a powerful woman? You don't know how naïve she is!"
As his words fell, Daniel picked up his glass and thoughtlessly poured more alcohol down his throat.
The long fingers of Daniel, which held the cigarette, dropped ashes occasionally as the ember glowed faintly.
"I only lied to her once, and it was because she was very concerned about my connection with Grace Ziegler. At that time, I believed I only had one half-sister from a different mother, and my mother's identity could not be revealed, to avoid fatal trouble. It was just a benevolent omission, but she focused on this mistake and made a fuss for more than a year."
"..."
