Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Tears suddenly fell down; she never realized she could be so hopeless.

Why does it have to be so sad?

These people don’t understand you, but that’s okay; their selfishness is their issue.

You simply can’t change that; you’re not a superhero, and you can’t save anyone.

So why are you sad, why are you crying?

"Annie, you’re really hopeless!"

"Why are you crying, it’s their own path, their own sowing of seeds, and whatever fruit it bears in the future, it has nothing to do with you."

"They’ve treated you so poorly, just don’t help them anymore."

......

But she was indeed very sad, just didn’t know what to do that’s right.

Sitting in the car, her tears blurred the vision ahead, she turned the steering wheel and parked the car by the roadside.

"Boo hoo hoo hoo..."

She cried loudly.

The crying was uninhibited, as though she wanted to vent all her grievances.

......

Shirley Grant, like a soulless puppet, walked forward step by step.

This cold Capital Town no longer had a place for her.

Andrew Davidson and Alan Morgan are good friends; her appearance must have awkwardly embarrassed Andrew.

Recalling Andrew’s words before he left, she couldn’t hold back her tears again.

He still wanted to be friends with Alan Morgan.

What should she do?

Unknowingly, she arrived at Royal Bay Villa.

This place was once their marital home, later given to her by Alan Morgan.

She had sold the villa for Gerry Peary’s illness.

Sitting slowly at the villa’s door, she curled up there, letting the cold wind blow her.

To the events happening outside, she seemed oblivious.

Uncomfortable.

Her whole body felt so uncomfortable.

Fatigue crept into her heart; she leaned against the door, slowly closed her eyes, wanting a rest.

Alan Morgan meticulously arranged the tasks Maxwell Peary had assigned, and by the time he mostly finished, it was already late at night.

He raised his hand to check the time, then stood up from his chair to stretch out his stiff body.

"Mr. Morgan, everything you instructed has been thoroughly investigated."

At this moment, a man walked in from outside.

Alan Morgan was stunned, slowly nodded.

"What Shirley Grant said was indeed true, but we also found that seven years ago, Shirley Grant did not take the money your parents gave her; the check hadn’t even warmed before it was robbed."

Alan Morgan felt somewhat unresponsive upon hearing this.

Robbery?

"And then?"

"I also followed up on this, the punk who robbed Shirley Grant was hired by your mother."

Alan Morgan stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do, like a child.

If Shirley Grant lived well these seven years, he wouldn’t feel so guilty.

It’s unimaginable how Shirley Grant managed to endure back then.

His eyes instantly reddened.

"And then?"

"After leaving her hometown, Shirley Grant went to a small town; she borrowed a lot of money to persist until the child was born, shortly after came to work at MC Group."

If not for the dire need for money, if not for MC Group’s allure.

Maybe Shirley Grant never intended to appear before him in this lifetime.

"Did she make such a decision even knowing Gerry Peary had a defect when she gave birth to him under these circumstances?"

Alan Morgan couldn’t believe how Shirley Grant managed such a decision back then.

Even now, under normal circumstances, knowing the child inside them has a condition, families wouldn’t usually decide to give birth, right?

How did such a fragile woman resolve herself?