Actually, Charles Northwood had no other intentions, he just wanted to convey to Fiona Sutton through this means.

Her feelings towards him truly weren’t love.

He wanted to tell her that she never loved him, that her past confessions were just a mistake of her own emotions.

Fiona Sutton didn’t understand Charles Northwood’s well-intentioned efforts, she just sat there, pale-faced.

She merely wanted to help Charles Northwood, why did he have to say this?

Didn’t he know how deeply his words hurt her?

Fiona Sutton lowered her head, and suddenly tears fell.

"I like you, so I can’t matchmake you with another woman?"

If Charles Northwood hadn’t genuinely liked Tara Jameson, would she have done this? 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Is there something wrong with her mind, that’s why she would... would...

Fiona’s words made Charles Northwood furrow his brows, sitting helplessly, unsure of how to talk to her.

This matter needs time, it won’t change overnight.

However, he is certain that in this world, the person Fiona Sutton has feelings for is not him.

It’s Yancy Hastings.

Perhaps even she doesn’t know.

After all, for someone who can make mistakes about liking him, making a mistake about the person she likes is quite normal, isn’t it?

"You like Yancy Hastings, Fiona, when will you finally see clearly?"

At the mention of Yancy Hastings, Fiona Sutton reached out to touch her belly.

Inside her belly, there was still a little life.

This child was a gift from above.

Only, Yancy Hastings is gone, this child is destined to have no father.

"I see very clearly, I’ve never liked Yancy Hastings."

Originally, she didn’t get along well with Yancy Hastings, this child was just an accident.

If it weren’t for that accident, she would probably be a carefree single dog now.

However, even now with the child, she’s just the same, still carefree.

"You don’t like Yancy Hastings? Then why were you so sad when he died?"

Why, when Yancy Hastings died, do you still want to keep this child?

Fiona Sutton’s words probably could only convince herself.

Fiona Sutton froze, lowered her head, looking at her own belly.

Sad?

Yes, she was so sad, so upset that day.

"Because he’s the child’s father, I’m sad the child’s father died, what’s wrong with that?"

Fiona Sutton bit her lip, finally thinking of an excuse.

Charles Northwood didn’t speak further, shook his head, and turned to walk toward the kitchen.

"I’ll make some soy milk for you to drink."

Fiona Sutton nodded, reaching out to touch her own belly, her eyes vacant, her thoughts drifted away to the skies above.

She dared not admit she liked Yancy Hastings because that man has already left this world.

Like him?

Someone already dead.

Liking him would be more tragic than not liking him, wouldn’t it?

She wanted to deceive herself, convince herself, but every night, in her mind, he was still there in his handsome military uniform.

Sometimes, she would also dream of him lying in a pool of blood.

......

"Charles Northwood, you should work hard if you like Tara Jameson."

She suddenly murmured a sentence, at least you two still have hope.

Because you’re both alive.

"Nothing is more daunting than life and death, you can cross it, you can reach your own happiness."

And she...

Doesn’t even know if she truly likes Yancy Hastings.