Fortunately, the woman before his eyes was someone he knew. He suppressed his irritation and


    said, “Wait for me outside. I’lle find you after I get changed.”


    Tara obediently hummed a reply.


    Odell got out of the ring and went to the changing room.


    After he had a quick shower, he changed into his own clothes and went out.


    Tara was waiting for him outside the changing room.


    She sat on the bench quietly and her slender figure screamed of elegance and softness.


    She curled her lips when she saw him. With a soft voice, she said, “ Odell.”


    Odell immediately thought of the woman back home.


    The woman would either bite him, scold him, or even stare at him nkly as if she lost her soul.


    She even mutted herself just to make him angry.


    If she was half as obedient and caring as Tara, he would not have gotten so angry that he


    stomped the wooden rose.


    He sat opposite Tara and the staff came serving him a ss of water.


    He had a sip from the ss.


    It was then his other arm constricted by Tara’s arms.


    He tightened his brows and withdrew his arm from her embrace.


    Tara said, “Odell, I just want to see if your hand is swollen.”


    “I’m fine,” he said.


    “But you don’t look like you’re fine.” Tara looked at him with a soft look and said in a small voice, “Did


    you argue with Sylvia again?”


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    Odell’s expression turned grim as soon as he heard the name.


    Tara saw the change of expression on his face. She immediately said, “Odell, I know how you feel


    about her but I don’t want to see you like this. Why don’t you just divorce her?”


    Odell frowned and said coldly, “I’ll never divorce her. Don’t you mention this again.”


    ‘Divorce? So that she could go to Edmund? Never!’ he thought.


    Tara secretly clenched her fists. She then said, “I don’t mean anything else. I just don’t want to see you


    like this.”


    Odell had another sip of water but it did not wash away the gloom on his face.


    Tara saw everything. She said, “Odell, if you don’t want to divorce her, then try to understand her and


    make things work between you two. Or else it’s just torture for the both of you and it will be a


    problem sooner orter.”


    Odell’s expression softened as he turned to her.


    Tara wore the kindest and warmest look on her face.


    Odell pursed his lips. “If she’s half as understanding as you...”


    Tara smiled. “I think it’s because you broke her legs and imprisoned her. It blocked her off from the


    outside world. That’s why she’s throwing a tantrum. Besides...”


    “Besides?”


    Tara continued in a smaller voice, “I think there’s something wrong with her up here.”


    She pointed at her own head.


    Her gesture immediately reminded Odell of Sylvia’s cut on her hand and the bloody rose that she


    carved.


    If it was not a mental issue, why would she mutte herself?


    Tara continued to observe his expression. “I heard that a person’s mind will go crazy if he or she


    is locked up for a long time and is denied all kinds of contact with the outside world. I’ve met


    Sylvia twice and she struck me as mentally ill. Odell, why don’t you release her and stop


    imprisoning her?”


    Odell frowned.


    ‘Release her? That would mean giving her the freedom to go wherever she wants...’


    Tara continued, “Odell, I don’t think Sylvia will run away again. She cares about Isabel and Liam


    and she won’t leave them behind.”


    Odell’s gaze shifted.


    ‘Indeed, the woman cared about the children...’


    Some careful considerationster, he said, “I’ll think about it.”


    Tara then wore a smile and said, “Odell, no matter your decision, I’ll support you.”