He really wanted to tell her, "Hand your hatred over to me, let me carry out your revenge." But he just couldn't bring himself to say it.
In her heart, she never considered relying on him.
It was always him who took the initiative to give, to push, and then deceive her into accepting.
He felt, all at once, truly tired.
To hold on for so long, until now, to let go now, he really was reluctant... but what other choice did he have?
Percy Stanton slowly closed his eyes, his tone flat and devoid of emotion, "Isabel, is this really what you want?"
Isabel Smith bit her lip, saying nothing.
Her expression was enough to let him know what was in her heart.
"As you wish..."
He had only said these few words, but Isabel felt her heart quiet as if it stopped beating.
So, he had finally let go. Was she happy then?
However, she felt even more distressed.