The secret that Doris is your biological daughter has been like a stone in my heart that made me feel
uncomfortable. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid to tell you.
Now that you know, I feel a lot more at ease but a lot guiltier at the same time.
Because of your kindness to me, I couldn't face you. My heart is a mess. I don't think I am worthy of
your kindness.
Bright, I couldn't persuade myself to accept your kindness with peace of mind. This would only make
me hate myself even more.
Sorry, I ran away. I wanted to find a place to calm down.
I don't know when I'll come back. Maybe I'll never come back... Don't wait for me and don't look for me.
I'll be good by myself. I'll also take care of Doris. Don't worry.
You should also pay attention to your health. Don't forget to eat and rest after being busy with work.
Your health is your most precious asset. Only by having a healthy body would you have what you want.
Bright, please forgive my cowardice and selfishness.
Therefore, I have signed the divorce agreement that you gave me. You can be free after you sign.
Finally, I wish you happiness, and sorry.
Rose Linder
After reading the short letter word by word, Bright's inner peace was destroyed bit by bit.
He squeezed the letter with his fingers so hard that he punctured the paper.
"Rose, you are indeed selfish!" Bright felt very angry and then balled the letter in his hand and threw it
away.
His heart was crumpled up like this paper.
He picked up his phone and dialed a number. The call was soon answered. "Mr. Matthew, did Rose
take a leave of absence?"
Since she left City H, she must have gone through handover procedures at work. Matthew was her
immediate manager, so he should have a clearer idea.
Matthew was surprised at first because he did not expect Bright to not know about Rose's resignation.
But he still told the truth, "She came to me to resign, but I didn't approve. I promised her that she can
come back to work at any time, so she was given a long vacation… Is there something going on
between you two? I'm sorry for asking."
"Thank you for telling me." Bright was rarely polite.
After finishing the conversation with Matthew, he sat on the edge of the bed and exhaled deeply and in
a depressed manner. He rested his hands on the edge of the bed and tightened his grip so strongly
that the veins on the back of his hands popped out and his joints turned pale.
It seemed that Rose had thought about all of this last night, but he had no idea like an idiot.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became that he was on the verge of going on a rampage.
He could understand the embarrassment and discomfort that Rose felt from having her secret
revealed. But he could not accept that she ran away without a word, like a deserter, and without
clearing things up with him face to face.
He would not forgive her for being so capricious. If she wanted to leave, then he would just let her go.
He would not chase after her anymore.
He also had his pride and self-esteem.
Before this, no one had ever dared to treat him like this.
The fire in Bright's chest burned so hard that he could not say anything. He had tried his best to
restrain his anger, but when he saw the divorce agreement, his blood burned.
With a swing of his long arm, he knocked off the vintage ceramic lamp on the bedside table to the floor.
The ceramic on the lamp cover was so shattered that it could never be put together again.
At this time, the bedroom door was pushed open in a hurry. The person who came in saw the broken
lamp on the floor and a disheveled man but had no idea what was going on.
"What made you so furious?" Harry stepped over, looking down at the poor lamp. "Didn't this cost you
money?"
"Get out," Bright just said coldly.
Now he was not in the mood for jokes and did not want to vent his anger on his good friend if he was
ever out of his mind due to anger.
So letting him go was the best way.
Harry ignored his "rude" attitude and glanced at the divorce agreement on the bedside table.
It seemed that he was in a bad mood because of it.
Harry did not ask about it. "You need to eat."
"I'm not in the mood or appetite and don't want to eat." Bright sat back on the edge of the bed. "I told
you to get out."
"Okay, getting out." Harry turned and left.
Bright sat there alone and thought that it would finally be quiet, but Harry returned within a few minutes
with a small first aid kit in his hand.
He saw Bright's right-hand bleeding just now, so he went downstairs to ask the maid for a first aid kit.
Harry opened the first aid kit and took out a disinfectant, cotton swabs, and scissors.
"Didn't I tell you to leave? What are you back for?" Bright was a little impatient.
"After I help you treat the wound, I'll leave even if you don't ask me to." Harry reached out and took his
hand.
Bright tightly clenched his hand, not wanting him to be nosy.
"Relax." Harry became unhappy. "There's no way I'm just going to watch you bleed. The earlier I treat
it, the earlier I can leave."
Only then did Bright slowly unclenched his hand. His palm was most likely scratched by ceramic and
was now stained red by his bright red blood.
Fortunately, the wound was not deep. Otherwise, he would have to go to the hospital for stitches.
Harry used a cotton swab that was moistened with a disinfectant to clean the bloodstains on his palm.
It was inevitable that he would touch the wound, but Bright only frowned and did not say anything, as if
it was not his wound that was being treated.
Harry wrapped up his work. "Something as small as this was enough to give you a big blow? This isn't
like you."
Bright looked at the layers of white gauze wrapped around his palm and did not speak.
"Anyway, you said that you are going to divorce three years later when you got married three years
ago. You are only fulfilling the original contract now. What? You can't part from her?" Harry packed up
the first aid kit.
"Before is before. Now is now. I never thought that there would be such a day." Bright let out a long
breath. "Forget it, this is already the case anyway. So be it."
"No one can help you with this kind of thing. Only you can reason with yourself. Bright, look on the
bright side, it's just a contract." Harry reached out and patted both of his shoulders a couple of times.
Harry lifted the first aid kit to leave. Bright also got up from the edge of the bed and left the bedroom
with him.
The two went downstairs one after the other. Harry gave the first aid kit to the maid and turned around
to say to Bright, "I'll be going back to the hotel. Call me if you need something."
"Who told you to leave? Eat." Bright glared at him lightly before heading for the dining room.
Harry shrugged slightly and went to the dining room with him.
The dining room was stocked with a lavish dinner. There were four dishes and one soup, which was
enough for two people.
"Why did you come to City H?" Since Bright was not in his right mind just now, he did not ask much
about Harry's sudden appearance.
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