Chapter 1953

Andrew hit all the marks: charming, smart, tragic, and scheming.

But I knew he was out of my league. My crush was a fleeting thrill.

I was one of the few who knew he liked Debra. Andrew kept his cards close, never spilling his true thoughts.

I figured it out because he took my crush seriously and, to shut it down, hinted he had someone he liked.

At first, I didn't know who it was. But over time, I spotted clues.

He bent over backward for one woman and handed nearly half the Potter family's wealth to her.

If that was not love, what was?

His affection was obvious, but Debra was oblivious.

I guessed no one was denser than her when it came to romance.

I wanted to march up and tell her, "Hey, a guy is head over heels for you, and his name is Andrew Potter."

But reason stopped me.

Knowing Andrew, he'd probably have me taken out the second I spilled. For my safety, I bit my tongue, though it killed me to stay quiet.

To be honest, I didn't hate Jeffrey that much. Official source is FιndＮovel.net

Sure, he was rotten, but he treated me decently, probably because I was a Buchan. He was patient with the Buchans, even confessing that he picked me because of my last name.

But his regret for his wife didn't impress me. He should have cherished her when she was alive.

Unlike Claudia, I would not give up everything for a man. I didn't buy their so- called true love, either. Their marriage was a mess that screwed over everyone around them.

But thanks to Jeffrey, I met Robert, the most important man in my life.

I loved having him around, though I wouldn't call it love yet. He'd stood by me in my darkest moments.

From an outsider's view, Debra and her crew went through hell in their power struggles. The outcome wasn't perfect. They all lost their loved ones.

I was the lucky one. Robert and Shirley both survived.

Months after the war, I asked Robert why he'd risked his life for me. He said when we first met, he knew I'd ditch him like a burden.

His loyalty act and pitiful play were his way to stay. He had nowhere else to go.

It dawned on me that he wasn't as innocent as he seemed. It was no surprise. Anyone tied to Marion wasn't a saint.

Then Robert added that his wish to stay by my side was genuine. That was, I guessed, a silver lining.