Chapter 34


    I do, but what''s the point? My marriage died with my child.


    The position of general manager requires contacts, ability, and financial resources, but Callen


    doesn''t have any of them. When they made me kill my child and sign the divorce paper, Callen said


    Maisy could help him with his career.


    Then his career did get better, and he was promoted to a general manager.


    You have to resign to fate, or reality''s gonna kick your ass.


    "I lost because I married a jerk who brought a son- preferring mother- in-w and a shameless


    mistress into my life!" I sneer.


    If he just wanted to see me angry and desperate, he seeded.


    I thought he would ridicule me, but he says lightly, "You lost because you didn''t stand on your own


    and grow up. You were so attached to your ex-husband that you lost everything when he left you.


    You still don''t get it."


    "Don''t lecture me. My mother- in-w didn''t want my child because she thought it was a


    girl, and at the same time Maisy showed up. That''s why my family was ruined."


    Harrison lightly shakes his head. "You still don''t understand? Your family would be ruined even


    without Maisy. You and Callen aren''t from the same world and you two are not right for each other."


    Even though my marriage was ruined, I couldn''t ept his judgment of it!


    "The same world? Am I not on the same as him? We may have had our problems, but Maisy


    was the main reason we got divorced!" I roar in tears.


    For a second, I suspect that Harrison is God''s punishment for not living my life well.


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    ''He was my savior at the beginning, but why did he suddenly be like this?'' As I think about it,


    my eyes filled with tears.


    Harrison gently takes me into his arms and pats me on the back.


    I hate him for ying me so close to the vest. Can''t he just leave me alone? Why does he have to


    bring up my sad past over and over?


    I can only lie in his arms like a kitten, whimpering. I can''t say no to him because he''s the man who


    gives me all the help I need.


    How ironic and pathetic it is!


    He stays calm. "I promised to help you, but I hope I could see you grow."


    "Callen and Maisy seem to be doing well, but only they know if it''s true. The point is, you must live


    better than them. Don''t you ever want them to envy you?"


    I slowly stop crying and sit down. "Harrison, I appreciate your help and certainly will repay you. But


    you haven''t walked in my shoes, so please do not tell me how to live. I have my own principles and


    methods of doing things." "But your principles and methods put your mother in the hospital."


    His voice is calm, but makes me explode. "Who are you to judge my life? I went to Callen and


    Maisy, but they just ignored me! I''m not you. I don''t have a bank card that solves everything!"


    Like an angry cat, I re at him with hatred. But he stays expressionless, as if he were looking at a


    stranger.


    Harrison has never interfered with my private life before. I don''t know what''s gotten into him today,


    but I hate it when he talks to me like that.


    I open the door and say, "I''m tired. Goodbye, Mr. Stewart!"


    Regardless of his reaction, I get out of the car and walk directly to themunity. He turns on the


    lights as before until I enter my house.


    He acted as if nothing had happened, but I''m already broken inside.


    After a shower, I lie on my bed. I look at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep at all. My mind''s filled with


    what Harrison said and tears flow down my cheeks.


    The man who helped me so many times has opened my wounds cruelly. I can''t even describe how


    sad I am now.


    At this moment, I would rather he helped me with some purpose. In that case, I''d be equal to him.


    Just as I am falling asleep, the text message suddenly wakes me up. When I find it''s an interview


    text, I''m totally awake.


    I''ve been sending out a lot of resumes online, but nothing''se back. Thepany that''s texting


    me right now has the best benefits. The point is, it''s an educational institution and I have relevant


    work experience.


    This message''s like a piece of driftwood pulling me out of the deep sea. I''m already picturing my


    sessful interview. If I economize, I can pay off my debts in a few years or more.


    As long as I don''t owe Harrison any more money, I won''t have to worry about what he says. I feel


    like I''m full of hope.


    Early the next morning, I put on my best dress and light makeup for the interview. When I arrive at


    thepany, I see several people who are also here for an interview.


    They look young and energetic. All of a sudden, I''m a little depressed, because mostpanies


    prefer younger women.


    I''m thest interviewee. When I give my resumes to the interviewers, I find one of the interviewers is


    Sean Fletcher, my ssmate from high school!


    Obviously, he recognized me, too. He gives me a gesture of silence, indicating that I should not


    speak. Right, it''s not a good time to say hello to someone you know.


    As soon as I walk out of the room after the interview, I hear someone calling my name. I turn around


    and see Sean.


    "Chelsea, I''m very happy to be your colleague."