"Just tell the world that I was forced to forgive you under your scheme. If I still chose not to let go, I would be narrow- minded and cold- hearted. I watched helplessly as all of you were almost frozen to death in the snow, but I was still indifferent. What all of you are doing now is announcing to everyone that I am cold and heartless."
"Arianna!" The moment I said these words, Valerie's face turned deathly pale. There was not a trace of blood on her lips.
She opened her mouth but did not seem to know what to say.
I removed the wool overcoat on my body and passed it to Freya. Then, I said coolly, "Thank you."
She took it, nodded and said, "It's getting late. Do you want to stay here?"
I shook my head, "I drove."
Then, without looking back at the people in the snow, I left the Moore Family villa.
It was snowing extremely heavily.
I did not know whether Hendrix had returned to the villa or not. After I got back myself, I closed the bedroom door and stayed up all night.
It seemed like no matter what I did, I would still be in the wrong.
After a night of heavy snowfall, Jarold City was covered in white silver. Before the sky turned bright, the silver light form outside had shone through the window and lit up the bedroom.
I could not sleep, so I looked up at the clock. It was five in the morning; it was time to get up.
After I got dressed and went downstairs, I found out that the lights in the living room had been on all night. I could tell that Hendrix had not returned home the night before.
As usual, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I waited for Anne to get up and sent her to school.
Anne's school had not opened yet as we had arrived a little too early.
She took off her coat and said as she patted the snow off, "It seems that some roads in Jarold City will be blocked."
I took her clothes and hung them on the hanger. I then handed her a glass of warm water. "Have the roads in Jarold City been blocked before?"
She held the cup of water to warm her hands. She propped herself on the sofa and said with a smile, "Of course. It's normal. The roads in Jarold City are always blocked. If it snows heavily, the possibility of an accident is greater. So, the roads have to be blocked."
I nodded. Then, I remembered that there were fruits at home. I tried to get up to grab them, but she stopped me, "It's alright. Let's talk!"
Almost subconsciously, I paused for a moment and said, "About what?"
"Hendrix and the Moore family!" She replied. She had always been straightforward. She was never a fan of beating around the bush.
"It's been four years. It's in the past, but I won't ask for you to let go. Everyone involved has suffered, but you don't have to force yourself to forgive them or to let things go. I know that you were the biggest victim; you suffered more than anyone else." She didn't even try to sugarcoat things. Everything she said was the truth.
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