Old Mr. Quintin looked at Old Mr. Jarvis, lost in thought, then slowly nodded. "lI understand!"
"Good that you understand. The test hasn't been done yet, so it's normal for Vivian to have no feelings for Evelyn. Wait until after
the results are in. Don't go scaring Vivian off again before we even know anything!" Old Mr. Jarvis huffed.
Old Mr. Quintin let out a long sigh. "Jarvis, tell me, was | wrong back then?"
Old Mr. Jarvis looked at him and smiled. "I'm surprised you're even asking that."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOld Mr. Quintin's voice was heavy. "lI never thought | was wrong. But after all these years, looking at how things turned out... | can't
help but wonder, where did it all go wrong?"
Old Mr. Jarvis pondered for a moment before saying slowly, "You weren't wrong. It was just a cruel twist of fate."
Old Mr. Quintin reached for his tea, took a sip, and swallowed the bitter sorrow down.
Evelyn walked into the courtyard and took a picture of the Jarvis family's rosewood veranda, posting it on Facebook.
"Checked into the Jarvis estate. Waiting to see Estelle off on her big day tomorrow."
Now that she was working, her contact list was full of friends, and thements under her post exploded almost instantly.
"Evelyn, you're at the Jarvis estate in C City? You know KING?"
"We've been working together for so long, and | never knew you were such a socialite!!! My God, my entire worldview is being
reshaped!"
"I heard all the verandas and pavilions at the Jarvis estate are made of rosewood, and even the large ceramic planters in the
courtyard are antiques. Is that true? Evelyn, can you post more pictures?"
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