"Your father died a long time ago." Aryana took a deep breath. That man, the only man who truly loved her, died in front of her before their daughter was born.
But if she had another chance, she still wouldn't choose to marry him. She, Aryana, would never marry a man without power and influence.
"Krista, don't worry. You don't have to suffer long. I will think of something."
"OK. Aryana, will you come and see me as often as you used to?"
"Don't worry. I'll come and see you whenever I have time."
Aryana could not stay for too long. Seeing that it was about time, she got up and went downstairs.
Cathy sat on the sofa downstairs drinking coffee. When she saw Aryana come down, she said, "Aryana, leaving already?"
Aryana looked at Cathy. Cathy had always been gentle and obedient. Cathy could take care of Krista.