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Bethany really couldn’t figure out what Krista was trying to
say.
Besides romance, there was also love…
What was Krista really trying to hint at?
Bethany was thinking about this the whole way.
It was just that for someone like her who didn’t know anything,
it was hard to guess.
Or are you saying Kyson wasn’t the eldest son of the Duarte
family?
Was he her real brother?
She remembered clearly, there was only one child in her family.
Which part went wrong?
Bethany decided to go back to her hometown.
She didn’t want to cause any more trouble with Terrence over
this, so she took his number off the blacklist.
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“I wanted to go back to my hometown, set off now, and not go
back for a while.”
She reported her schedule, and Bethany asked the taxi driver to
take her to the high–speed rail station.
At this time, Terrence was also on the way.
He was getting ready to go to Bethany’s old home. Last time at
her place, he saw some photos of her when she was a kid.
If one day Kyson accidentally went with her to her hometown,
he would very likely find out.
He couldn’t control what happened next. This past month, he
absolutely couldn’t let Kyson find out.
“I’ll take you back.”
After Bethany got Terrence’s message, she replied again.
“No need.”
Terrence put down his phone helplessly and let Michael keep
driving.
He got to Bethany’s hometown. He had planned to find someone
to unlock the door and go in, but since Bethany was coming
back too, he didn’t do it and just waited in the car.
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About half an hour later, a taxi stopped, Bethany got out, and
saw Terrence’s car.
Her face changed instantly.
When she texted him, he didn’t say no to her going back home,
but then he just showed up himself without saying anything.
He just wanted to control her!
Terrence got out of the car with a cane and walked up to
Bethany.
Bethany gave him a cold look and signed, “Do you really have to
do this?”
To deal with those photos, Terrence didn’t want to explain
himself too much, and just said something half–hearted, “I was
worried about you.”
Bethany didn’t really take what he said seriously. She knew that
during this time, she pretty much still had to do what Terrence
wanted.
She didn’t have any other thoughts, just wanted to help Kyson
find his sister.
During this time, she could put up with it.
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About half an hour later, a taxi stopped, Bethany got out, and
saw Terrence’s car.
Her face changed instantly.
When she texted him, he didn’t say no to her going back home,
but then he just showed up himself without saying anything.
He just wanted to control her!
Terrence got out of the car with a cane and walked up to
Bethany.
Bethany gave him a cold look and signed, “Do you really have to
do this?”
To deal with those photos, Terrence didn’t want to explain
himself too much, and just said something half–hearted, “I was
worried about you.”
Bethany didn’t really take what he said seriously. She knew that
during this time, she pretty much still had to do what Terrence
wanted.
She didn’t have any other thoughts, just wanted to help Kyson find his sister.
During this time, she could put up with it.
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Terrence had an injury on his leg, so he couldn’t do anything to
her. She just went over and opened the door.
Terrence went in after him.
Bethany cleaned up the house and didn’t pay any attention to
Terrence. When she finished cleaning, she went out.
She went to the flower shop and bought a bouquet, then went
to her grandma’s grave.
If it wasn’t for the writing on the tombstone, she almost didn’t
recognize it.
Grandma’s and Mom’s graves had both been fixed up, and they’d
even been made a lot bigger around. Even the tombstones had
been replaced with fancier ones.
Their names, hers and Terrence’s, were added at the end,
showing it was set up by the two of them as a couple, and the
date was last month.
Last month…
On Thanksgiving Day, she came back to pay her respects. When
she saw Terrence waiting at her door, she just told Julio to drive
off.
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That day, Michael came early in the morning.
Also went with her to the cemetery.
