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Chapter 967
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Chapter 967

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Silas stopped flipping through the book for a few seconds before he slowly turned his wheelchair to

face Harper.

“What brings you here?” he asked.

“I came to see you,” Harper replied.

She walked over and sat across from him at his gesture. The two of them looked at each other, like

relatives who hadn’t seen each other for long, and their eyes gradually turned red.

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“Silas, how have you been in the past year?” Harper broke the silence in a caring tone as if she were

talking to her brother.

“I’ve been doing okay,” Silas replied, closing the book in his hand and placing it on the nearby table. He then raised his hand to have someone make tea for Harper. “People in the Wolverly Capital are used to drinking tea. Would you like a cup of tea?” he asked. “That’s fine.” Harper nodded. What she drank wasn’t important; what mattered was being able to see Silas again. The two of them didn’t have much to say after that. The topics they used to discuss were all related to Taya. But now, it wasn’t appropriate to bring Taya up. Would the three of them be so distant forever? “Harper, how are things between you and Mr. Preston going?” Silas asked. As Harper touched the file bag in her bag, unsure of how to return the gift, Silas spoke up. “We broke up,” Harper replied simply, looking up at Silas. “What about you? When are you going to get engaged to Ms. Cooke?” Harper asked. At that moment, Nora brought the tea over. Silas poured some into a teacup and handed it to Harper. “I broke off the engagement,” he said briefly without any explanation. Harper understood. She took the cup and paused for a while. “Silas, are you lying to Taya just so she won’t feel guilty?” Harper asked.

Silas poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip before smiling faintly at Harper. “Try the tea and see if you like it,” he said. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it anymore, and Harper was tactful enough not to press the issue. She lowered her head and took a sip of tea, giving him a bitter smil