What kind of person was Maxwell Peary? A godly figure. Why would he resort to such childish tactics?
He would disdain to do so.
Belinda Swan shook her head with a sorrowful smile.
"Evelyn, you're young, and there are many things you don't understand. You can easily be misled. Your brother and I have an unbreakable tie. Now that I'm back, I don't plan on leaving again."
Belinda Swan looked at the bag in her hand. She had to admit this bag suited Maxwell Peary very well.
"Evelyn, I met your brother."
She lowered her head, tears dripping onto the bag.
"Please don't shut me out. Apart from Maxwell, I have nothing left. For him, I've given up everything I once had."
Didn't she choose to go to the USA because there were too many things she couldn't let go of? Now, she had let go. She was back.
Evelyn Peary suddenly didn't know what to say. Belinda was back. After all this time, she was actually back.
But did Belinda really think she could return to how things were?
