In this church where they had once held hands and made an oath, Mike and Scarlett sat in the first row.
The sunlight shone through the multi-colored windows of the Baroque style, covering the walls with rainbow colors.
Scarlett finally thought of asking Mike this question.
"By the way, what is the special meaning of bringing me here?"
"Do you remember what I told you the day you proposed a divorce?" Mike didn't answer and asked.
Scarlett thought for a moment and shook her head.
"You were in such a bad mood that day. You said many heartless words, and I have long forgotten."
Mike's mouth twitched. He looked at the cross on the wall and didn't knock her head.
For the sake of God, he wouldn't knock her for the time being!
"Back then, I asked the lawyer to give you a word. Since you have chosen to be the daughter of the Lauren family rather than Mrs. Abraham, you should be brave enough to face your choice."
Scarlett remembered it.