Love That Came Too Late
In the past, Henry could tolerate me as his wife for the sake of his interests.
Now, driven by his ambitions, he would endure anything, even if it meant I personally killed Cynthia.
After all, until he officially inherited the family, I, as his wife, had significant value.
I watched as Henry picked up Cynthia.
"Henry, let Cynthia go, and I'll help you secure your inheritance in the Luther."
Henry's steps halted. Cynthia's body tensed. He lowered his gaze to Cynthia.
Cynthia, trying to be cooperative, said, "Henry, put me down, I'll leave right away."