"Miss Sherman, don't you have any wishes?"
Eve Sherman felt a bit uncomfortable witnessing Master Sutton fervently praying for Stellan Sutton's happiness.
Had she not done such a ridiculous thing, Stellan Sutton might still be enjoying a good relationship with his wife. What makes her any different from those who destroy families?
Shame and guilt overwhelmed her heart, and she lowered her lashes, silently retreating.
It seems she cannot stay at the company for another day.
Not only did she gain nothing, but she also hurt others.
While wandering outside, she encountered a kind-looking old man who seemed to be a master around here.
The man glanced at Eve Sherman, giving her a slight smile, "You seem to have something on your mind."
Eve Sherman lowered her eyes and smiled back politely, "People coming here to pray probably all have something on their minds."
"Yes, and no."
