The Third Year After My Death
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How ironic! My fiancé made the suggestion, and my mentor executed it.
The two of them acted like executioners, personally cutting off my trust in the human world.
My parents died early, and I regarded Marquise as the one I respected.
I had hoped countless times that he wouldn't listen to Vivian's words and would believe in me.
I was wrong.
In their eyes, I should be a shameless person.
None of the people I trusted believed in me.
Winston took the document. He said in a serious tone, "Thank you, Mr. Whitaker. This is the best gift Vivian and I have ever received."
The best gift?