Plus, she’s not like you, swallowing your grievances all alone.
She would tell , so sotis, even if she felt wronged by my mom, I would go seek justice for her from my mom.
She shook her head with a self-deprecating smile, "That’s great, just enough. These years must have been very difficult for you."
Henry Sullivan took a deep breath, his hands interlocked, "I... was always looking for you, always.
Until I finally found you and saw you marry soone else with my own eyes, I was heartbroken, and then I went to the base.
Later, because of a blind date, I t Ivy, and we had a flash marriage.
Those early years were indeed quite painful, but eventually, the pain beca numb."
He said this while looking at her with an obscure smile, "You know, sotis I even wondered if you were still alive.
Although this thought was terrifying, I did think that way.
With your personality, if you were really still around, it’s impossible you wouldn’t care about your mother."
She bit her lip, "After I ca back, I saw my mom, and she said it was thanks to you taking care of her all these years.
Thank you. I couldn’t fulfill my duty as a daughter these years, and you helped make it happen."
"If I couldn’t even do that for you, then I would truly have no value in your life."
Isla Linton let out a breath, "Henry, let’s make everything clear today. From now on, let’s not dwell on each other and just live our own lives, okay?"
This was what he intended to say today, but she spoke it for him.
Isla has always been sensitive, and she probably guessed his purpose in coming here.
"Alright."
"Then take your wife back. From now on... I will never co looking for you again.
You must be happy, including the happiness we once promised each other but could never achieve."
Henry Sullivan closed his eyes and nodded, "My wife wants to et you, is that okay?"
He knew that when facing Isla, he felt guilty in his heart, so so things he simply couldn’t say.
He wanted to persuade her, but he didn’t know how to start.
But Ivy was different. Ivy didn’t feel guilty in front of her, so she could speak assertively.
If Ivy could persuade her, it might actually be a good thing.
When it ca to reasoning, Ivy was actually quite skilled.
"I don’t know her, so there’s really nothing to talk about."
"She’s always worried you might co and take away, so... she feels very insecure.
Even though I’ve told her many tis I wouldn’t abandon her and the kids, she’s still uneasy.
Today, she insisted on coming with because she’s afraid I’d elope with you."
He thought to himself, hoping the little girl wouldn’t blurt out the truth later.
"Hehe," Isla Linton laughed helplessly, "It seems I’ve really caused you a lot of trouble.
That day Faye called , saying your wife wanted to et and that she had already left ho.
I thought about your situation but still refused to et her.
Because I really don’t know how to face a stranger.
And that person is your wife... I think you understand what I an."
Henry Sullivan nodded, "I understand. If you really don’t want to see her, then I’ll take her back. I won’t force you."
"No, I’ll see her," Isla Linton looked at him, pressing her lips, "I can’t let the rest of your life be filled with regrets because of .
You were the man I loved, and no matter what, I want you to be happy.
Making you happy is the best way to commorate the youth I spent loving you."
Henry Sullivan closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath, and the humidity in his eyes faded, "I’m sorry, Isla."
"I already told you, you can’t say sorry anymore.
Go on, let your little wife co over and chat with .
I can see her heart is already flying here in anxiousness."
Henry Sullivan stood up, and Isla Linton followed suit. As they looked at each other, their gaze was filled with deep aning, understood by no one.
He patted her shoulder and turned towards Ivy Miller. Ivy Miller stepped forward and took his arm, "Uncle, Uncle, how did it go? Did you manage to persuade her?"
"We cleared things up, but... I didn’t ntion her and Jas Yinley’s thing.
Because I felt I had no position.
Just now she agreed to talk with you, so go over there and utilize your eloquence to persuade her."
Ivy Miller raised an eyebrow, "So, are you admitting that Jas Yinley is a good guy as well?"
"I don’t care if he’s a good guy or not, as long as he’s good to Isla, I accept him."
Ivy Miller gave him a hearty pat on the chest, "Alright, Uncle, this is your good side, recognizing the issue quickly.
Stay here and wait for . I’ll go et your old fla and have a nice chat with her."
Henry Sullivan pulled her back, "Rember, don’t argue with her, and don’t ntion anything like ’old fla’ in front of her. Also, she still won’t say why she can’t go back to Jas Yinley’s side."
"Uncle, I know, stop nagging, will you please.
I’m not so Female Warrior looking to brawl every day.
Don’t look down on like that. Can’t you think of as a genteel young housewife? If not, I’d even accept being a girl."
She pouted at him and then turned to jog over to Isla Linton.
She stopped in front of Isla Linton with a smile on her face, "Hi, I’m Ivy Miller, you... can call Ivy."
"Sure, Ivy, just like Faye, call Sister Isla."
"You don’t look like an elder sister. If we went out together, others would probably say you’re the younger sister."
Isla Linton chuckled lightly, "Your personality is really nice. I truly envy your breezy way of living."
"All I have is this bit of personality."
"Ivy," Isla Linton suddenly beca more serious, "There’s sothing I need to ask you first."
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