She was trapped in the marsh of despair, and he was too miserly even to help her out.
Amelia thought despondently, would he only care for her, and look her in the eyes, when her life was nearing its end?
She had endured being kept at arm's length, his blowing hot and cold.
And was tortured by the pain of an uncertain relationship.
Thomas laughed lightly. Her so-called love, how much was true and how much was a lie? If it was real love, would it take her two years to realize it? If she truly loved him, why on earth did she choose Frank Mitchell in the first place? If Frank hadn't gone bankrupt, would she have looked back at him? The more he analyzed her, the deeper his disappointment grew.
He had never dreamed that one day, the woman he once had feelings for would reappear in front of him. But now that she had, she was nothing like the woman he once knew.
