Betsy Russell's hand, holding the frostbite ointment, trembled slightly. She looked up at Jared Hughes and asked seriously, "Can you bear it?"
"Yeah."
Betsy inhaled sharply and asked once more with gravity, "All the property of the Hughes family will be lost, and at that time, you will have nothing. Are you really willing to let this happen?"
"Betsy, don't worry about me." After saying this, Jared held Betsy in his arms.
Betsy's body tensed up, raising her hand to push Jared away.
Jared's chin rested on Betsy's shoulder as he pleaded, "Just let me hold you for a moment."
For some reason, Betsy felt as if she was frozen in place, unable to move.
At that moment, Betsy felt her face go cold. She touched her cheek and realized she was crying.
She didn't know why she was crying.
Ever since the divorce, she thought she would never shed another tear for Jared.
Betsy carefully wiped her tears, her face cold as she said, "You should let go now, haven't you taken advantage enough?"
