How could he bear to surrender her to another?
Even if that person was his brother, whom he loved deeply from their childhood.
But Victoria Talkington was a treasure more precious than anyone else.
"Maybe we should be more honest," in the car, Victoria leaned on Hank Clegg's shoulder, her eyes somewhat listlessly watching the scenery rushing by, "If we had spoken out earlier, Shawn would not have..."
Hearing her say this, seeing her pale face and her bruised shoulders — Shawn Clegg had done all of this. His heart ached, and he held her tightly: "Sweetheart, stop thinking. Whether you speak up or not, or say it now or earlier, it wouldn't change anything for Shawn. He has been spoiled since childhood and can't handle failure or loss. Whatever he wants, he must get it, in this regard, he is no different from Franklin."
When Victoria heard this, she couldn't help but lift her head.
"You're not like that, right, Hank," she gripped his hand, "You're not that kind of person."
