Chapter 431

Alexander’s heart quivered, and his chest rose and fell violently, akin to the sensation of ingesting an exceptionally bitter pill that sent bitterness coursing through his entire being.

His dark eyes were now filled with hopelessness.

He thought to himself, ‘Idiot? Ha! I’m an idiot!‘

For nearly two decades, he had held thoughts of the young girl close to his heart. He had carefully preserved this relationship as his most cherished memory. Nonetheless, he now realized that this significant memory held no importance to Olivia.

At this moment, he felt as if he had become a joke.

His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Olivia. With a choked voice, he asked word by word, “Is that memory really so unbearable to you? Don’t you reminisce it at all?”

Olivia looked at him quietly, taking in his current expression.

She blinked slowly and asked, “Do all your childhood memories mean anything to you? Do you remember the name of the kindergarten teacher when you were five years old? Do you remember the table from elementary school? Do you remember every playmate in your childhood?”

Alexander was stunned.

He really did not remember.

However, to him, the girl in the gown was different. She was his best memory and the light in his dark life.

as he was

simply looked at him indifferently after listening. She said extremely calmly, “Am I the most cherished memory from your childhood, the one you

He nodded firmly.

on the ground, heard this, she subconsciously clenched her fists, and the resentment in

a part of the most cherished memory of my

face displayed an extreme sense of despair, spat out

was just a speck of dust in Olivia’s

best to turn around, crawling in his direction. “Alexander, Alexander, don’t be sad. You still have

turned sharp, and he felt as if there was a

he wished he could

was all her

him to mistake

bone–chilling hatred in his eyes made her heart ache. She felt as though she was soaking in an ice bath, which sent chills throughout

and fixed a hateful stare upon Olivia, and she said with great resentment, “Didn’t you promise you’d never

to me?

at her calmly, then said, “Yes. I really don’t

doing now? You’ve already said that you don’t want it, so why did you tell him? The whistle is mine. It’s mine! I’ve never seen such a hypocritical person like

spoke. By the time she uttered the last

true that I don’t want the whistle, but I didn’t say that I wouldn’t tell others. I gave you a chance, you know. If you had remained obediently within the Grant family, today’s events might

it’s still mine. It has nothing

all the good deeds you’ve done for me as a threat, but nobody ever pleaded with you to assist me. Who begged you to help me, eh?

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