Adam Howard took out a voice recorder and handed it to Olivia Jenkins, "When you have time, have a listen. Daniel Marshall's mother lives in a villa by Pearl Lake, you've met her."
Olivia Jenkins was slightly startled, looking at Adam Howard. "I've met her?" In an instant, the image of that somewhat predestined aunt surfaced in Olivia's mind. Could it be her?
"Adam Howard, why tell me all this? I'm not interested in Daniel Marshall's affairs; he and I are practically strangers now."
Adam Howard spoke seriously, "I knew it, even after so long, you haven't been able to let go, and you haven't truly calmed down; you're still stubborn. If Daniel Marshall were the one to say what I'm about to, I think you would definitely choose to run away; you wouldn't listen. Maybe you'll give me face because, after all, you don't hate me."
"There's no need to listen to this recording, thank you for your kindness, but I won't accept anyone's persuasion about decisions I've made."
