"What’s the use of telling all this?" Jane McCain looked at her calmly, with a slight curl at the corner of her mouth, "You should tell Allen Rivera."
"No, I must make it clear to you." Fiona Lake shook her head, her face expressionless, "He doesn’t like Juliet Stewart, and he values my work abilities. This gave false hope; it’s rare to et a man who doesn’t judge by appearances, I should seize the opportunity, right?"
But then, he brought you along... how ironic, more beautiful than Juliet Stewart, better dressed, and younger. Turns out he’s just as vulgar, only loves pretty won."
"He just happened not to love you." Jane McCain frowned, unable to resist refuting her.
"No matter, the fact remains, he found a pretty little girl nine years younger than him." Fiona Lake sneered, shrugging, "That’s n for you, always going for the pretty ones... Of course, so n also admire talented won, provided that the talented woman is pretty."
Jane McCain smiled faintly, noncommittal.
Fiona Lake lowered her eyes, gently stirring the teaspoon, and continued, "I really dislike you, but I’m also grateful to you. You shattered my dream and brought back to reality.
Your docunts weren’t touched by , Juliet Stewart bumping into you had nothing to do with , sending you to deliver the mask was a spur-of-the-mont idea, just to scare you... I wanted to see you react like Juliet Stewart did that night, screaming and crying instinctively, and I wondered if Allen Rivera would dislike you for it and scold you like he did Juliet Stewart...
The area was already fenced with wire, I knew this well, I didn’t an to endanger your life. I’m not that delusional, if it caused you any ntal discomfort, I apologize now, sincerely sorry."
Jane McCain looked at her silently, couldn’t help finding it sowhat amusing.
"It’s been so long, you suddenly co to tell all this just to apologize?" Jane McCain asked with a smile, "Why?"
"My internship is over; I’m getting promoted." Fiona Lake gave a rather irrelevant answer, then fell quiet, pursing her lips and gazing out the window.
The sunlight was golden-yellow, the icicles hanging from the tree branches refracted colorful light, everything looked warm, but she knew it was just an illusion because as soon as you stepped outside, the cold air enveloped you.
She said, "I will be taking a position in a lower district, not remaining in Clearwater City, but my superior hasn’t signed off. He told if I couldn’t explain things clearly to you, if I didn’t have the courage to be honest about it all, he would see as too timid to take on the role of a prosecutor."
"So I ca." Fiona Lake’s gaze fell again on Jane McCain’s face, "Without love, at least I shouldn’t lose my career, and he’s right, as a prosecutor, I shouldn’t be timid, confined in petty love and allowing it to make foolish."
Jane McCain listened, was silent for a mont, then asked her, "What about Juliet Stewart, how is she doing?"
"Her..." Fiona Lake chuckled lightly, took a sip of coffee, "She’s been transferred, probably will spend her life doing clerical work, but that’s probably better. With her kind of personality, handling cases independently would be too difficult for her."
Jane McCain looked at the coffee cup in front of her, the smooth porcelain texture, printed with golden art script, artistic yet fresh, warm and elegant.
This cup could also be used for water, but it’s slightly small for that, not very practical.
When you love sothing for its strengths, you must be aware of its shortcomings; nothing in this world is perfect.
Loving soone follows the sa principle.
Allen Rivera’s rationality and orderliness once made her feel warm and secure, yet he was destined never to risk everything for beauty.
In his heart, there’s a ruler, asuring right and wrong, controlling reward and punishnt, then arranging a corresponding path for everyone.
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