NovelEnglishHe almost masochistically pondered how, in his ignorance and misunderstanding, he gradually cruelly
extinguished the loving heart of the young girl.
The man looked utterly wretched and crazed.
But Yolanda, tough and fearless as always, let out a light scoff.
"Are those material compensations really what Liz wanted? Liz's scholarships at school, the prize money from all
those dance competitions, they were more than enough for her to live on!
Even if she doesn't dance, do you know how many talent scouts have tried to recruit her with her looks? She had
the capability to leave the Dashiell family long ago.
Not to mention her talent. Her choreography and compositions have earned her millions of fans. Do you know
why she refused to profit from her 'Against the Wind' Twitter account and only wanted to use it for charity?
Because she was foolishly in love with you. She felt she owed everything to the Dashiell family, that she didn't
deserve it. That Twitter account was set up just for you, many of her compositions were also for you, and she
didn't want to commercialize them.
But how did you treat her? Do | need to remind you? You forced Liz to sell the song she made for you to the
person she despised the most, all to promote Evelina Hawthorne! When she mentioned divorce, you even tried
to silence her with 30 million."
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"Enough! For heaven's sake, you can just stop talking?"
Cassius saw Remington's face turn an abnormal shade of pale, and the porcelain shards in his hand were
clenching as if he wanted to embed them into his flesh.
If Yolanda kept on, he was afraid Remington might literally be provoked to death.
He urgently shouted to stop her.
Remington's eyes were bloodshot, but he stubbornly stared at Yolanda, "Is there more?"
Cassius desperately shook his head at Yolanda, his hands clasped in a pleading gesture.
Seeing Remington's frightening demeanor, Yolanda worried that if she continued, something might actually
happen to him.
She took a deep breath, "Forget it, the past is the past. Now, Liz doesn't love you anymore. What's the point in
trying to bring her back? It can't be to see her suffer more, watching you and your childhood sweetheart play
house, right? Remington, if you have any conscience left, stop bothering her. You have no right to!"
Remington never knew that words could strangle a person.
He looked at Yolanda, but his thoughts were on Lizetta's words from the past.
She said, falling out was never an overnight process.
He used to be unable to understand the diary which was written for him.
She clearly loved him too, so why could she suddenly claim not to?
He pressured her, forced her, demanded her to continue loving him, accusing her love of being capricious and
cheap.
But in reality, he had gradually lost her gradually.
Starting four years ago, he had been doing that.
"Remi."
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called out.
Remington then slowly withdrew his gaze, laughing self-deprecatingly as he lowered his head. He didn't look at
anyone again, nor did he press Yolanda further.
He turned and walked towards the door, his back still upright and solitary.
But just as he stepped outside, his figure suddenly staggered and he fell forward.
"Remi!"
Cassius exclaimed, rushing after him.
He saw Remington on one knee, his face as pale as thin paper.
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Cassius reached out to help, but Remington slowly stood up on his own. Pushing away Cassius’ offered hand, he
looked at him with a hoarse voice.
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"Cassius, maybe I really shouldn't try to find her anymore."
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