Evelyn Windsor walked into the main house, looking lost. Elder Landon was very satisfied to see the love and deep loss in her eyes, and with a smile, he beckoned her over: "Chloe, come here quickly, let Grandpa Landon take a look at you. Have you become even more beautiful over the years?"
Evelyn Windsor forced herself to pull together and walked over, reluctantly calling out: "Grandpa Landon."
The old man curled his lips, his face full of an inscrutable smile: "Chloe, Durrell had a car accident, and the culprit hasn't been found yet. It's only natural that he's not in a good mood, so try not to take it too much to heart."
She forced a slight curve onto her lips.
"Grandpa Landon, I'm not angry with him, I'm just mad at myself."
She couldn't help but wonder whether leaving without a word back then was right or wrong.
The old man cleared his throat, dropping a hint: "I heard that in your circle, it's not uncommon for feelings to develop because of acting together?"
