Such deep-seated beliefs seemed engraved in her life, growing more profound with the passage of time.
Philip Shaw fell silent, unsure of what to say.
What Aldana Candi was thinking wasn't something he could resolve.
Yet, many things weren't as she imagined...
If he had met the thirteen-year-old Aldana when he was sixteen, he might not have been able to protect her; only eight years later, when he encountered the twenty-one-year-old Aldana, could he fully control her.
For him, this time was necessary.
Eight years was enough for a young man to grow into a leader of a wealthy family. From then on, no one could take anything away from him again.
For Aldana Candi, it was a very sad thing, but for him, it was a process he had to go through.
He gently placed her soft body on the bed, bending down to kiss the corners of her lips and her chin through the gaps in her fingers. He softly coaxed her, "Don't cry, come and do something happy with me."
