632 Feeling Heartbroken Secretly_1

The more she thought about it, the more heartbroken she felt, the less willing she was to accept it, and the more cowardly she became.

The life she was living now truly captivated her, not because of the wealth, but because of the uncle's doting affection and indulgence, which had deeply ensnared her.

In her drowsy state, she pondered whether she could forgive him if he actively begged for her forgiveness.

If he came back home in a while, could she try to believe his lies, try to forget what she saw at the hotel that night?

But as time kept passing, there was no sound of a car driving in from outside the window, no sound of the door opening.

The phone… also remained silent.

An Ning's indecisive heart gradually filled with rage.

She kept telling herself, no matter what he said this time, she wouldn't forgive him.

"Heh…"

In the depths of the night, lying in bed, she suddenly laughed at herself.

It was a laugh that left her gasping for breath.