"Back then, you really liked weaving things with rope. But now, I haven't seen you doing it much," he said.
"Weren't we short on money back then? To a child, things woven from rope were like jewelry." She smiled, now wearing a diamond bracelet worth millions; how could a few old ropes compare? "Daniel, thank you for everything you've given me. Without you, I wouldn't be the Grace Yowell I am today."
As she spoke, her fingers slowly moved to rest on his shoulder, "Do you know? From the moment you reappeared and told me you could give me everything I wanted, I thought to myself, I must work hard to become a woman worthy of you one day."
"So did you deliberately leak the information to those journalists, media, and your fans, letting them stage such a scene today?" Daniel Harris's words made Grace Yowell's hand tremble abruptly.
He... knew?!
