Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 917

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Chapter 917

Dora wanted to ask more questions. "Crystal is your younger sister. Am I not?"

But she couldn't.

She had always been a gentle, poor, and generous person, so she shouldn't have asked such aggressive questions.

Danny frowned and glanced at Marcus. Marcus shrugged his shoulders and said that although he had let Antony go,

he did not expect that he had really brought Crystal out.

Daxton gave Antony a solemn look and said, "I don't think she has any room for negotiation on this matter."

Antony didn't seem to notice the warning in her father's words. She shook Crystal's hand and said softly, "Go."

Crystal walked up to Harold step by step.

It was obvious that she was standing and he was sitting, but the way he looked at her was still high and mighty.

Crystal could not look down on her.

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She was only 19 years old this year. In the first eighteen years, she had been living in a small village, where there

were beautiful mountains and clear waters. There might be annoying people and disgusting things, but there were

no sinister plots that could shatter someone to pieces. She was suddenly dragged into City W, a prosperous and rich

place. It seemed to be out of place. Her innocence had become her fatal weakness.

No one knew how much courage she poured into each step as she approached Harold, and no one knew what she

was thinking in that moment. In the vast ballroom, the only sound that could be heard was Crystal's footsteps, clear

and distinct.

She looked at Harold for a while, her face as pale as the snow in the sky. Then she pulled down the scarf and asked,

"Are you going to marry Dora?"

Harold didn't reply immediately, which made Dora's heart skip a beat.

She knew how much Harold doted on Crystal before. However, she was afraid that when Harold's feelings for

Crystal were restored, she, Dora, would become a complete joke.

When Crystal was innocent, she was no match for her. Crystal's hands were stained with blood and she became a

murderer. Was she still no match for her?!

After a few seconds of silence, Harold smiled. "You don't have the right to ask me this question."

Crystal looked at the ceiling and held back her tears. She took a deep breath and said, "Answer me."

She looked at Harold stubbornly, as if she wouldn't give up until she got an answer.

This little girl was stubborn. She didn't believe what others said. She only listened to Harold. Even though she had

already known the answer, she still had to tear the wound open with her own hands, revealing the bloody interior,

subjecting herself to another round of pain.

She didn't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, or maybe a few seconds. The man's eyes were cold, like

the ancient ice and snow on the top of the mountain. He gave her the answer she wanted. "Yes."

At that moment, Crystal's heart skipped a beat. It was as if her heart could no longer bear such a heavy pain and

was about to explode in her chest. In an instant, she tasted the smell of blood in her throat. Even though she had

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tried her best to endure it, she could not stand still.

"Crystal!" Antony cried out in shock. She rushed over and tried to support her, but Crystal himself held on to the

corner of the table and steadied himself.

The veins on the back of her white hand were distinct. She grabbed the corner of the table with all her strength.

Her joints were white, and she almost used all her strength.

Crystal knew that Harold didn't love Dora. The engagement was just a way to completely cut ties with her, but she

was still so sad that she felt like she was going to die.

Outside the ballroom was a small garden. The wisteria vines on the pergola had become bare, and the tall shadows

of deciduous trees fell on the snowy ground. The cold wind howled, carrying the snow along with it, like a roll of

tape, carrying her love in the past nineteen years. It all faded away with the wind and melted with the snow.

Crystal closed her eyes slightly and bent over to kiss the corner of Harold's lips. The blood in her throat spilled out

and stained his lips, as if it was the most ambiguous ending.

She said, "Okay."

I DON'T WANT YOU ANYMORE.

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