"Olivia, go date properly. I hope you don't get into college and disgrace your mother."
He said coldly, but I thought he was jealous.
It seemed like there was a glimmer of hope between us, so I studied hard, wanting to get into the same college as him.
"James! I will be with you!"
I thought our relationship had improved, but on the day my admission letter arrived, his mother jumped off a building and committed suicide.
It was depression.
It was then that I learned Sarah was the third party between his parents.
The cause of the depression was thus revealed.
I suddenly understood the cold and disgusted look in James' eyes. He had known about Sarah and Daniel's relationship for a long time. He genuinely hated me.
A bloodstained river separated us, and I had no right to stand with him anymore.
Since then, I have never seen the gentle gaze of James again.
He had become completely melancholic.
He continued, "Olivia, do you know how much I hate you?"
Yes, he hated me, and it was only natural and rightful.
Facing this face that wanted to tear me apart, I couldn't argue back a single word. All I could do was cry and apologize, "I'm sorry..."
I loved him.
Even after escaping to Lantis for ten years, my guilt and unrequited love remained.
Since the last time James left the Anderson family with Emily, he hadn't returned.
Sarah passed away, Daniel ended up in the ICU, and the company was in chaos without its two key pillars. Major shareholders began to spread fear, forcing Daniel to step down, plunging the company into a state of paralysis.
But the Anderson Group was the culmination of my mom and Daniel's decade-long efforts. I couldn't let others take advantage and seize it.
So I decided to start from within. The situation was dire, but perhaps unity could help us survive.
I arranged a meeting with the company's shareholders, but when I entered the private room, I was met by a group of wealthy, middle-aged men, each with a sexy woman in their arms, all grinning exaggeratedly at me.
There were shareholders of the Anderson Group, as well as business owners who had a prominent presence in Azureville and cooperate with the Anderson Group.
Among these faces, I saw only one pair of sharp eyes.
It was James.
When he saw me, his eyes ignited with a long-lost fury.
Why was he here?
"Ms. King, it's been years! You've grown into a fine young lady!"