Something urred to Matthew before he left. He stopped at <b>the </b>office door, <b>turned </b>back, and asked Eugene, “Do you know Mnie left the country?”
Eugene paused. He looked at Matthew and saw a hint of amusement in the man’s eyes. Eugene’s expression remained unchanged, but his gaze dropped.
On the day Mnie left, he received a transfer from her. <b>It </b>was a room <b>fee</b><b>, </b>calcted ording to the rate of a five–star hotel. It was precisely because of this that Eugene found it difficult to express himself. She had made things clear between them and left no sentiment behind.
Eugene looked toward the secretary’s office outside. The design of the president’s office was exquisite and from his position. He could see a certain spot outside with a nce.
Mnie used to sit there.
Eugene raised his hand and pinched the space between his brow. He felt a sense of emptiness <b>in </b>his chest.
He had brought it upon himself and could not me anyone else. Mnie was right to not want him anymore.
That evening, when Simon came to see him, he was surprised. “Mr. Scott, you’ve been busytely with all the bloodshed. Why do you have time to see me?”
Eugene remained silent in response to his query.
Simon sneered and threw an envelope at him. “I know what you want to ask. Here, my friend arranged it quite well. They’re also keeping an eye on Cedric and William. Nobody will disturb your daughter and Mnie.”
Eugene looked at the photos in the envelope. There were some of Mnie alone and some of her carrying Meredith.
Actually, it had only been half a month since they separated and nothing had changed at all. Still, it felt like it had been a long time since Eugene saw them.
In the photos, Mnie and Meredith were both smiling happily. Eugene held the photos and looked at them for a long time<b>. </b>
Simon sat opposite him somewhat confusedly. “Eugene, don’t give me that emotional look. I can’t handle it. <b>If </b>you really want to see her, just go look for her. <b>How </b>expensive
can <b>a </b><b>ne </b>ticket <b>be</b><b>? </b><b>I’ll </b>even buy <b>you </b>the ticket if necessary<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Eugene put <b>down </b>the photos, <b>a </b><b>self</b>–deprecating smile ying on his lips. Of course, he knew he could go <b>see </b>her. The problem was if he were to go now<b>, </b>what could he give Mnie <b>besides </b>trouble and unhappiness? Moreover, he had not fully resolved the matters here in Jepton yet.
Seeing him silent again<b>, </b>Simon clicked his tongue lightly. “Honestly<b>, </b><b>you </b>businessmen are <b>so </b>calcting. At first<b>, </b>you were madly in love with Mnie, then you were not. After that<b>, </b>there was Vi<b>, </b>and now <b>you </b>have a daughter with Mnie.
“Eugene, I really don’t understand you anymore,” Simon said finally.
Simon’s words all rang true since he had seen everything. He thought Eugene was just a cold–hearted guy, but who would have thought Eugene would end up like this for Mnie?
Last year, when Mnie miscarried because of Cedric, it caused quite a stir in the circle. Everyone thought Eugene would not care, but in the end, he went crazy andpletely broke ties with his family.
Sometimes, Simon could not help but think that people were fickle. They did not cherish things when they had them, only to start tearing themselves apart when they were gone. Of course, he also included himself among the fickle.