Helen Melendy's chewing paused for a brief moment and she immediately understood who Elly Campbell was referring to by "someone."
The taste in her mouth was still that familiar one. She lowered her eyes and pressed her lips tightly, her facial expression painted with complexity.
Elly Campbell looked at her and felt a pang of pity, frowning slightly.
"Why do you have to be like this? It's clear that you still love him. I can see that Harry Hall is really concerned about you. What you saw back then might not have been the truth. Why don't you just ask Harry Hall directly instead of making wild guesses here?"
Helen looked at Elly, listened to her words, smiled helplessly, and shook her head, "That's not the main point."
Ever since that day, when Elly told her that maybe what she saw in the past was a misunderstanding about Harry, she had gone back and thought it through again. Perhaps Elly was right; she had misunderstood Harry.
But so what?
