Isla Linton nodded: "Yes, truly, I still love him and can't forget him.
Because of this, I must leave you; I can't continue to stay by your side. It's not fair to you."
"Even if love is involved, how does it matter? The two of you can't get back together anyway, because he loves Ivy Miller now."
Isla smiled bitterly: "That's why I'm here now.
I love him, so I won't ruin his marriage.
I just want to live quietly alone, without implicating you or burdening him.
This is the best outcome I can think of."
"What a crappy outcome," he slowly turned over, got off her, and staggered to sit by the sofa.
Seeing his state, Isla Linton sighed and stood up: "I'll go make you some soup."
"If you love him so much, you don't really need to be so good to me."
"I'm not trying to be good to you, just don't want you to hurt your body like this."
"It doesn't matter to you anyway," James Yinley looked at her: "Even if I drank myself into oblivion every day, how does it matter?"
