Charlotte had asked herself this question many tis, even though his original intention wasn’t to hurt her, she still felt unable to forgive.
She still rembered when Atlas held her heart, speaking softly, she could clearly feel her hand was so warm and so at ease in his palm, yet she would unhesitatingly withdraw it, unwilling to linger any longer.
What was she afraid of, she dared not even think deeply about it.
Rogers looked at Charlotte, this woman from the ancient East already had an aura of mystery and sorrow, and at this mont her eyes seed to reflect countless unfamiliar tis passing by, showing the transformation of seas, the rise and fall of clouds, and after all returned to calm, only a faint sadness remained.
She wasn’t incapable of opening her heart, of forgiving, even of accepting, but she couldn’t convince herself to do so, even she couldn’t understand why.
Maybe tomorrow she would understand, or in a year or two, or perhaps she would never understand in this lifeti.
She clearly rembered his first cruelty, rembered him arrogantly saying he had never encountered a rival, and she could only be at his rcy; such ruthless words made her heart grow cold. No one could avoid his harm, but no one could return the sa harm to him.
It’s too unfair, everything in this world is too unfair.
She lost her child, even though she later had Mia, there was still regret.
After all, Mia was not in good health; this regret would accompany her throughout her life. What was Mia’s mistake that she had to suffer so many hardships from a young age? What was Mia’s mistake to be born with these hidden ailnts?
Atlas would never know how she lived these two years with her heart in her throat, constantly worried that an accident would happen if she wasn’t careful.
One heart always hanging, she truly lived without a sense of security, it was too exhausting.
Cannot forgive, cannot forgive...
"Rogers, this ti I’m going back to acquire the Hallow Clan, I want to get into the Hallow Clan’s board." Charlotte knew Rogers had never ddled in family affairs, this ti she gathered considerable external funds, even a forceful intrusion wouldn’t be excessive.
She wanted to test, see how much the Hallow Clan could bear and how many cards Atlas still had.
He said he was invincible; she wanted to break this precedent and blunt his sharpness.
Atlas said when one day she was as strong as him, then they could talk about fairness, freedom, and negotiations.
She rembered everything he said.
"Why?" Rogers knew nothing about this; he was aware his family cooperated with Charlotte and Ethan Baird’s company, injecting a sizable amount of funds starting this year, and he didn’t question what this ample fund was for.
Because although Charlotte might not be the quickest at making money, she was the steadiest. When she started crazily gathering funds from all over since the end of last year, he guessed Charlotte would make a big move.
But he couldn’t have imagined Charlotte would want to hold shares of the Hallow Clan and beco a major shareholder, thus participating in the clan’s managent decisions.
"The Hallow Clan has been maintaining high growth over the years; it’s a lucrative piece only nobody dared to claim." Charlotte lightly ntioned, but Rogers understood what this ant.
Such a lucrative piece, yet no one dared to claim it; how fierce and powerful Atlas must be can be imagined.
King is known as the cruelest in the family, almost incomprehensible, yet Atlas simply dealt with King like that; how could Charlotte win?
"Charlotte, there are many companies that can make money, why specifically target Atlas’s?" Rogers believed this idea didn’t form overnight; she had taken step after step to reach today, the thought of swallowing the Hallow Clan must have arisen long ago.
"First, for money; second, for money; third, still for money..." He controlled the most wealth, and she had to control even more than him, the determined and steadfast light in Charlotte’s eyes was dazzling and captivating.
"Alright, good luck to you." Rogers knew Charlotte hadn’t voiced her true thoughts, but he didn’t press.
"Rogers, I’m a bit reluctant to leave you." Actually, after being outside for so long, what she truly was reluctant about was Rogers, this feeling was unique.
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