Chapter 130

"That's because I'm an ex-convict." Perseus' expression was laid back, and his tone was flat. Faith chuckled. "No worries. I've gotten used to it. They can think of me however they want to. It means nothing to me." Indeed, Perseus had gotten used to it. Now, he only wanted to teach Rochelle a lesson and make her wedding a little more interesting. Then, he'd rebuild Caitford Clinic and get together with Camilla. He didn't care whether or not people looked down on him or how they thought of him. "You seem fine with it." Faith smiled while shaking her head. She had something she wanted to ask Perseus. On second thought, she decided not to. Some people looked outgoing and uncaring but were sensitive on the inside. If she continued delving deeper into the topic, she'd be sprinkling salt on his wounds. "Let's not talk about those unhappy bygones. Take me home, please. Don't drive too fast. I'll talk to you about work on the way." Perseus started the car and drove slowly tow