William thought for a moment and said, "... I think so."
Simon suddenly stood up, and her pupils seemed to be filled with fire, which was frightening. She was afraid that the fire would hurt the fish in the pond and burn herself.
William frowned slightly, sighed and whispered, "In fact, you can't blame me. It's her best choice to follow Master Hank."
Simon pursed her lips. Her always bright and handsome face was actually stained with a bit of gloom.
William glanced at the nearly exploded mineral water bottle that he had squeezed and smiled. "I can't accept it. It's one of the eight sufferings of the world. Simon is not a saint, so she must hate it because of love."
If it was because of the relationship issues and Simon's separation, it would not be a big deal. It was just because of his love for power, and the person who was with him was Simon's uncle.