Billionaire's match novel

Chapter 862 "Why should | care? We're colleagues. From now on... well, live and let live," Charlotte said. "What if I refuse to 'live and let live'?" Ethan's words caught Charlotte off guard for a moment, and she immediately let out a bitter laugh. "Do you even know who's running Morrison Group now? Clarice is not in charge anymore- try it and see what happens." "Huh... still hate me as much as ever, | see." Not replying was already an answer, yet he stubbornly refused to let go. Ethan let out a sigh. "Still. there are some things I have to make clearto you." "No need.

Let's just eat." Charlotte cut him off. "You asked me for evidence before, didn't you? It's in that drawer over there. Found it through Nancy at the university." He lifted his chin, gesturing for her to go look for it herself. Charlotte hesitated for a few seconds, unwilling, yet she eventually obeyed and opened the drawer. Inside were several KT. ee proof of sponsorship. Years ago, when Ethan was helping Niel promote a project and giving lectures at universities, he met Nancy, who was working as a reporter for the school paper.

At the time, Nancy was already struggling with a serious mental illness, which suddenly flared during an interview. To maintain appearances and his image, Ethan personally took her to the hospital, arranged treatment, and even contributed his own money to establish a small fund with the university focused on college students' mental health. Initially, Ethan's goal was purely pragmatic-to increase his influence in universities and complete the project assigned by Niel, advancing the project on Morrison Group's behalf. Unexpectedly, Nancy took him as a lifeline.

She began confiding in him regularly, writing letters to share her thoughts and struggles. Though she appeared sunny and positive on the surface, she carried a heavy load of negative emotions inside. She was her family's pride, her friends' emotional anchor, and her boyfriend's financial support-but never her own source of comfort. To gain recognition at home, she shouldered academic pressure Hy nyylavirr i Hy tư ie ene every moment of personal time and leaving herself no joy. (te bebe eae She had many friends, yet her devotion was taken for granted.

People would trouble her, yet when Nancy needed support, she faced it alone. Her close friends often borrowed money without repayment, demanded emotional attention for years, or manipulated her when she was hurt, twisting the blame back onto her. Nancy was kind but without sharp edges; she absorbed everyone else's pain, never venting her own. But her tolerance only invited further harm. "| never had any romantic interest in Nancy," Ethan said, "It's just ... very few people were this persistent, sending me letters constantly. "So, out of idle curiosity, | read some of them. And | realized...

in some ways, she's not so different from me. "We're both lonely, hollow at times. Sometimes we don't know why, but we want to hold onto something, anything, just to feel some sense of comfort." He coughed lightly, a subtle reminder of his own weakness. Nancy's illness wasn't sudden; it was the accumulation of long- suppressed emotions, compounded by trauma inflicted by her H2 re rị As Charlotte carefully opened each letter, the truth slowly unfolded on the silent pages. Nancy had a boyfriend for four years. At first, their relationship was sweet, and she poured all her happiness into him.

She believed that giving everything would ensure his genuine affection in return. She didn't realize that he only valued her devotion. She was willing to spend money supporting him, exhaust every effort to satisfy him, and give herself entirely, while receiving little in return.