Charles Northwood also crouched down. The evening breeze tousled his hair, and his clothes fluttered.
"Stop crying."
His gentle voice swirled in her ear. Fiona Sutton slowly raised her head, her eyes red from crying as she stared at him.
"You deserve this!"
Fiona burst out, not expressing her own sorrow, but suddenly accusing him.
"You personally pushed her towards Hendry Hampton, and now you stand by and watch her marry Maxwell Peary! You deserve this!"
Charles Northwood sighed and gently smoothed her disheveled hair.
"Yes, I deserve this. But if Maxwell Peary is her destined partner, we should bless her, shouldn't we?"
Charles Northwood's voice was, as always, gentle and warm. It possessed a unique quality that slowly seeped into one's heart.
Like the breezes of March, once you fall in, it's hard to pull yourself out.
"But... it's not that easy to marry into a wealthy family!"
Fiona's voice, hoarse from crying, couldn't help worrying about Nia Mitchell's future.
