Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Chapter 1278 Freedom From Hatred

Stanley murmured, “I know.”

Back then, the Quinn family unilaterally severed their relationship with them.

Consequently, their family failed to garner any help from their relatives. Those relatives refused to see them for fear of being dragged into the matter.

If their parents hadn’t chased those relatives away, their family would have been offered to the organization and executed.

The only reason they were able to survive the organization’s hunt for so long was due to the Rivers family’s help.

“Since you know about it, you should be aware that Mr. Rivers and his wife might have made a mistake, but it’s one that’s entirely understandable. You can’t expect perfection or miracles from two ordinary human beings, to the extent of running circles around such a large organization. That’s just not possible. Furthermore, has it occurred to you that Mr. Rivers and his wife were equally devastated over your parent’s death? How do you think they felt when they realized they were responsible for the death of their friend?”

and didn’t say

what they looked like. All their hair has whitened while their faces are full of wrinkles. Despite just being fifty-two, they look seventy and a lot older than their peers. Do you know what caused that? It’s guilt. All

she was only curious as to why Jonathan looked significantly older than men his age. Despite her asking about it, Jonathan refused

revealed to her the bad blood between Stanley and

feel what a

mention that Jonathan and his wife aged a lot,

seen them for more than ten years and never

he didn’t know what had become of

I hope that you will not live your life mired in hatred. The person whom you should direct your vengeance toward is the perpetrator and not Mr. Rivers and his family, do you understand? In fact, if your parents were alive, I believe they would never blame Mr. Rivers. After all, it’s obvious to everyone that Mr. Rivers

that, Natalie ended

that moment, Shane came out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe and carrying a towel. Drying his hair, he strode up to her and

a look. “Why?