Chapter 1227: 1229: Shirley Grant, You’re Too Cruel

"But at that time, I realized I was pregnant."Yes, she was pregnant with Alan Morgan’s child.

So, she could only take that money and disappear.

This disappearance lasted over a year.

...

"Why didn’t you tell me? What gave you the right to make decisions for me?"

Alan Morgan looked into Shirley Grant’s eyes, almost on the brink of madness.

"Why did you make the decision for me?"

He kept mumbling this sentence, like a helpless child.

"You’d rather have me hate you than let me bear it with you? Shirley Grant, is this your way of loving me? Don’t you trust my love for you?"

If at that time he had known all this, he would have taken Shirley Grant away, no matter the cost.

He could give up everything just to be with Shirley Grant.

But...

Shirley Grant simply did not give him that chance.

Even his right to try was stripped away.

"I’m sorry."

Shirley Grant apologized lowly, her voice filled with sorrow.

"If I could go back seven years, my decision would still not change."

As Shirley Grant said this, she suddenly smiled, her eyes filled with a happiness.

"You see, even though you hated me for these seven years, you lived well."

You are now Maxwell Peary’s capable assistant, you are now the CEO of the Morgan Group.

One at the top, that is your destiny after all.

"Shirley Grant, you’re too cruel."

Alan Morgan got out of the car directly, came to the door of the passenger seat, and reached out to open the car door.

"Get out!"

His voice carried anger, his tone was very bad.

These two cold words sent a shiver through Shirley Grant’s heart.

The air seemed to freeze, Shirley Grant sat awkwardly in her seat, bit her lip, and got off the car.

After she got out, Alan Morgan said nothing, got in himself, slammed on the gas, and drove away in a cloud of dust.

...

This act undoubtedly deeply hurt Shirley Grant.

She stood there, now in a cocktail dress, hurried out, and forgot to bring a coat.

At this time, she felt the malice of the evening chill.

She just stood there, watching Alan Morgan’s car gradually move away, until finally, even a trace of shadow disappeared.

Shirley Grant stood there, the expression on her face gradually changing, eventually unable to contain her sobs.

Like a child, she wept loudly; it was something she’d wanted to do for seven years.

Now, after unburdening everything to Alan Morgan, she felt even more helpless.

Sinking slowly down, she finally no longer suppressed herself.

"Ahh, wuu wuu wuuu..."

The evening breeze gently blew, she took off her high heels, crouching helplessly by the roadside.

Under the yellowish streetlight, her cries carried far, tugging at one’s heart.

Andrew Davidson slowly emerged from the bushes on one side, gently approaching her side.

Seeing her hugging her knees, he sighed softly.

He unbuttoned his suit jacket and gently draped it over her.

Feeling the warmth from her shoulder, Shirley Grant instantly stopped crying.

She looked up with a face full of surprise.

"Alan..."

Seeing that it was Andrew Davidson standing in front of her, disappointment replaced surprise.

Her change of expression struck a hard blow to Andrew Davidson’s heart.

"He has already left."

Andrew Davidson spoke.

Shirley Grant’s face was covered in tears, her makeup smeared, her eyes red and puffy, inspiring pity.

"I know."

She had seen it with her own eyes, and she couldn’t find an excuse to lie to herself.