Worth it?
Is it worth it?
Lyra Smith asked herself in her heart, and then she found that she couldn't answer.
She asked Morris Jackson the same question, "Uncle Morris, have you ever done something willingly and thought it was worth it?"
"Yes." Morris Jackson's mouth held a gentle smile, and his eyes were firm as he looked at her, "Willingly, worth it, and never regret it till death."
Lyra couldn't yet grasp how deep these words were.
Neither did she know how firm Morris Jackson's gaze was when he looked at her.
She just felt that Morris Jackson must have been a passionate and romantic man, but it didn't matter much to her since their connection was just a fleeting moment. He had never formally mentioned it, so he probably didn't take it that seriously.
Erwin Jackson didn't mention it earlier either, and his expression was just as indifferent as it had always been. Most likely, she had misunderstood Morris Jackson. He was not the kind of person to stab someone in the back.
