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Chapter 393

In the study, Wallace leaned back in his chair, his breathing labored. Andrew looked on with cold detachment. "What do you wish to say to me? If it's some final words, there's no need." Gasping for breath, Wallace slowly replied, "Andrew, I know you resent me for suppressing what happened back then, but please let me explain." Andrew stopped him from saying more. "You need not explain anything to me. What's there to resent? By the time I was rescued, that disgusting pair of siblings was already dead. "I endured five years of torment just for the objects of my revenge to be gone when I was rescued. What is there left to hate? Or should I resent my birth mother, who sent me back to the Wentworth family in her ambition, only to return in madness and kill the man who had abandoned her? "She didn't kill him for me; rather, she killed him because he shattered her hopes of remarrying into wealth. What can I possibly hate? I can only hate myself—hate the dirty blood that runs in my vein

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