I couldn't help but laugh at myself.
There were simply too many "ifs." I wouldn’t have caused my daughter to experience a fate like this without so many deviations.
Fate had been unfair to me, tormenting me and then subjecting my daughter to the same.
All because of the man in front of me.
Matt was the one who made me feel disgust from the bottom of my heart.
He had made this decision himself. His grievances had nothing to do with me.
I stopped talking to him. There was a reasonable saying: when the words don't fit, there's no need to force any more.
I thought of everything I did for Matt as a favor to my daughter.
Coincidentally, Atlas had just finished sending Ava off, and he strode out. Matt forced a bitter smile, looking at Atlas and bowing slightly, "Thanks for handling the lawsuit, Mr. Atlas. I'll entrust my daughter to you from now on."
"She’s my daughter too." Atlas replied firmly.
Matt's mouth twitched again.
"Well, I won't disturb you any longer." Matt took a deep breath, looked at me, and said, "Seeing you happy makes me feel at ease. I'll repay everything I owe you in this life in the next. Let's part ways here. When I leave, I won't tell you when I'm going."
"Okay. Take care. Look after yourself." At this point, I still spoke softly.
Matt forced a casual smile. He turned and walked away.
I stared at his disappearing figure, not knowing how to describe my conflicted emotions. I hoped his adventures would go well from now on. I also wished he would have a happy life on behalf of my daughter.
Atlas embraced me, standing by my side until Matt's figure disappeared.
"Let's go," Atlas whispered in my ear.
"Alright," I replied, turning around and looking up at him. "Thank you."
"Nonsense!" He smiled. "You’re my wife."
"Let's go!" I said, getting up and walking out.
Before we even reached the station, Arnold’s phone rang. After glancing at the screen, he arched his brow and answered. "Do you have some more instructions for me?"
It was probably a call from Atlas.
After a few words on the phone, he listened attentively to the instructions, responding with "yes" for quite a while before hanging up.
I asked, "Was that your brother-in-law?"
"What do you think?" He didn't answer me directly but threw the question back at me.
After buying tickets and boarding the train, we sat in first class. I reclined my seat, half-lying on it. The air conditioning on the train was very cold. Arnold took off his jacket and covered me. I closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep.
I slept until we arrived in Gerby. I would have slept through if Arnold hadn't woken me up.
"We’re here. If you're still sleepy, go sleep in the hotel," Arnold teased.
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