Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 417: Greyson's thin lips trembled violently. Suddenly, he sat on the edge of her bed and gripped her hand tightly. "So, you called the police to save me ten years ago?" he asked. Candice glanced at him briefly before replying in a monotone, "Yes. The school organized a sketching event that day. Most students went to paint the mountain view, but I went alone to the mountain stream and waterfall. That's when I saw you being attacked from behind and shoved into a sack. I decided to follow them. They first kept you in a cramped wooden cottage. I paced around, unsure what to do.

They were always on guard, so I had to wait for an opportunity. Later, they moved you. I kept following. When they started driving, I hailed a taxi to catch up. I didn't contact the police until I got their license plate number." Candice recounted the story as if it were an ordinary event. "The police acted quickly and managed to stop the kidnappers, rescuing you successfully. You were taken to the hospital, and I arrived afterward..." She observed that you were in good condition.

The nurse mentioned you were only in a temporary coma and would soon regain consciousness, so I left," she concluded. "Then why did you have wounds on your body?" Greyson probed. "Oh, the cottage was surrounded by thick prickly thistles and thorns. I tried to hide in the shrubbery, but I couldn't avoid the scratches," Candice explained indifferently. Part of her wanted to ask how he knew about the scratches, but she saw no point. Why concern herself with such details? So much time had passed, and both she and Greyson had changed. Letitia's earlier claims were true.

Candice had indeed saved Greyson, and everything she said was true. Greyson now realized Madilyn must have been contacted by the police at that time, given the recent call from Madilyn in his phone book. Madilyn had replaced Candice as his savior in his mind. This realization nearly overwhelmed Greyson. Your imagination starts at g Ɐ ln σ ν s․conn After ten years on the wrong path, he couldn't hold back any longer and burst out, "Why didn't you leave after I woke up? Candice! Ten years have passed! And you never told me! Why?" Candice was caught off guard by Greyson's outburst.

It was about a trivial matter from ten years ago. As he clenched the divorce decree in his hand, she quickly took it from him to prevent it from being damaged. Greyson felt lost as Candice took the divorce decree away. He knew he couldn't stop what was happening. He had to give it to her. It was inevitable. Candice placed the divorce decree into the bedside drawer, breathed a sigh of relief, and said slowly, "Greyson, I have never claimed credit for myself. Ten years ago, I did save you, but why should I have waited for you to wake up?

Back then, you sang for me and kept me warm in that cold, dark storage. You didn't even tell me who you were. I don't understand why you're bringing it up again, but it doesn't matter. It was just a trifle, and it's in the past. Would you treat me differently because of such a trivial thing?" She shook her head with a sneer. "Greyson, you can go now. I want to rest." . . .