Chapter 585


    There was a trace of pain in his eyes. He smiled with a hint of self-mockery. "Yes, you seem to be living


    quite well."


    I nodded my head lightly, but I could not find a conversation topic to talk about with him. So, I told him,


    "Sit here and make yourself at home. I''ll go help in the back."


    "Can we be friends?" His voice sounded from behind, sounding helpless and distant. "For four years,


    I''ve used countless ways to numb myself. But this is how humans are. The more you try to forget


    something, the more you''ll remember and the harder it''ll be to erase the memories."


    I sighed and did not know what to say tofort him. I looked back at him and said, "Mr. Roberts,


    people have to learn to let go of their past. I''m doing really good here. I''d keep being resentful and


    having breakdowns if I stayed by your side. Though I have rtives and friends in Ucrebury and Jarold


    City, I''d be miserable there because I can''t let go of my past. Hovell is where my heart belongs in.


    Here, I can live the life I''ve imagined for myself. Mr. Roberts, I hope you can understand."


    He looked at me and a pained, conflicted look shed before his eyes. After a long while, he nodded


    and only said, "Fine!"


    He turned on his heel and left. I breathed out a sigh. The hardest thing to get over in life was always


    our own selves.


    I walked into the kitchen and saw that Norman was washing the vegetables. When he saw meing


    in, he looked a little surprised. "Go chat with Mr. Roberts, I can manage."


    I smiled, "I can help wash the vegetables."


    His gaze fell on my ankle. He shook his head and said, "It looks swollen again. Go rest!"


    I could not argue against him. Knowing that this argument was a lost cause for me, I walked back into


    the house and spotted Evan. He looked as cold and unapproachable as ever. He stood there, staring


    his ck eyes into me.


    "Evan, is something the matter?"


    He handed me a stic bag and said, "Mr. Roberts asked me to pass this to you. This is ointment for


    sprains."


    Giving him a nod, I took it from his hand and said, "Please help me thank him!"


    He nodded and pursed his lips slightly. "Mrs. Roberts, Mr. Roberts has been waiting for you for the past


    four years. He''s perfectly aware that if he wanted to find you, he could do so easily. But he was scared;


    scared that you''d still hate him and that you''d push him away. Thus, he decided to wait. He''s still


    waiting for you to let go of things, and for you to return to him.


    I smiled faintly but there was no sense of guilt in me. "Please thank him for me. And please tell him that


    everyone has their own path to walk on, so there''s no need to stay stuck in the past."


    His lips parted as he readied himself to say something, but no words escaped his lips. With a slight


    sigh, he turned and left.


    The next day.


    My ankle had gotten much better. After sending Anne to school, I went to the hotel.


    When I arrived at the hotel entrance, I met Cecil, with two brawny men standing behind her.


    I involuntarily frowned and looked at her coldly, trying to keep my anger suppressed.


    "Arianna, if you kneel and apologize to me now, I may consider letting you go. I may even let you


    continue your work here at the hotel, otherwise..."


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    "Otherwise what? What are you going to do?" I deadpanned.


    She snorted coldly. "Otherwise, don''t me me for what happens next."


    I frowned. Being young was such a splendid and wonderful thing. But as I looked at her, I couldn''t help


    but feel that youths can be such annoying juveniles at times.


    My gaze fell on the men behind her. "Let''s see you try."


    Seeing the two men approaching me, I frowned. Then, I said coldly, "Cecil, aren''t you supposed to do


    your homework first before you offend someone?"