He saw through my thoughts. "I want the truth."


    "I need some time to think things through," I said honestly.


    He nodded in acknowledgment, "That''s fair. Take your time."


    The next day, Frank and I nned to meet with Flint, who had previously been taken away by Mrs. Shaw. Frank said that the person had revealed some information. He needed me to hear it in person and decide whether to believe it.


    "Otherwise, if ites from me, it might sound like I''m stirring up trouble and ruining my image of being someone on the side of justice," he said.


    Just as I was about to change clothes and do my makeup, the doorbell suddenly rang.


    I checked my phone, but there were still about two hours until our scheduled


    meeting.


    With a smile, I got up and went to open the door. I was stunned when I saw who was standing outside.


    I greeted politely, "Mr. Smith."


    At that moment, Mr. Smith waspletely different from the imposing presence he had the night before in the hospital. He resembled a friendly middle-aged uncle. "May Ie in?" "Sure, pleasee in."


    As I spoke, I took a couple of steps back.


    The front door was still open, and a bodyguard was stationed outside.


    Mr. Smith sat down, looked around the house, and suddenly sighed. "Frank usually looks down on everyone, has been devoted to you for 20 years. He personally supervised the entire renovation of this house. For the son of the Smith family, he''s always quick to run errands, even for something as small as buying a screw."


    My heart seemed to tighten.


    For familles with a bit more money, house renovations were usually outsourced, and they would just show up for the final inspection.


    I poured a ss of water and ced it in front of Mr. Smith. "Yes, Frank is very good man."


    I certainly couldn''tin about the way he treated me.


    I shouldn''t be afraid. He would probably react as fiercely as Ryan if I were to offer my heart sincerely.


    "20 years ago, you and my foolish son would have been a perfect match." Mr. Smith finally got to the point. "But now, whether you stay married or get divorced, you were once Mrs. Frost. He deserves a better ending."


    I clenched my hands. "What do you mean?"


    "I can see that you''re a smart young woman. If you hadn''t returned to the Shaw family, you and Frank would be worlds apart." Mr. Smith continued, But now, under Mr. Frost''s suppression, the Shaw family is no longer what it used to be. And you surely have an idea whether Mr. Frost will divorce you or not."


    He might as well have said outright that, regardless of whether I got divorced or returned to the Shaw family, I wasn''t worthy of Frank.


    I lowered my head. "Have you consulted Frank about this?"


    "If he were willing, I wouldn''t havee to see you." Mr. Smith chuckled and spoke confidently, "He''s a stubborn young man, but Mrs. Frost, you''re clear- headed. You probably know that I don''t just have one son. If he insists on being with you, there are other candidates in the Smith family."


    The implication was clear.


    If Frank insisted on being with me, the Smith family would be seeded by his illegitimate children.


    1 looked up and asked, "Sir Smith wouldn''t agree, would he?"


    From what I knew, Sir Smith was very fond of Frank.


    "You see, I told you you''re smart."This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.


    Mr. Smith took a sip of water and spoke with a steady voice, "It''s a pity that because of this issue, he and I had a big falling-out. The old man had a heart attack this morning and is still lying in the hospital. Now, I have the final say in the Smith family."


    He slowly stood up and reminded me of my position once again. "Mrs. Frost, I may not have the means to make him clear-headed, but you definitely do.)


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