"I know, so I don't blame him either. No matter what, I just hope Roy can get through the danger. Even if he has to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, as long as he's alive, it's fine."
Uncle Thompson hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "But... the master will eventually find out the truth. If he learns it was you, madam, who poisoned his food, he will hate you."
"Hate? He never loved me. Whether he hates or not, what does it matter?"
May Denton suddenly felt very sad.
She had long known that Roy Saxon didn't love her.
He married her, pampered her, yet he never truly loved her. His kindness toward her had nothing to do with love all along.
She had made up her mind to guard her heart but still failed.
Over the past two decades, she had suffered greatly in matters of the heart. Only she knew how painful it had been.
Precisely because of this, she would never allow her son to walk the same path she had.
