Chapter 230. I'm Not Blaming Him

Vivian bit her lips and slowly looked up, by then, the old man had started dabbing his eyes with the white hankie in his hand. 

   She sighed inside and looked down again. How can she let go of Carl, she had waited so many years just to be with him. She loves him so much, how can she live without him. If it wasn't for that bitch, then all these wouldn't have happened and they might probably be married now.

   She blinked rapidly, trying to stop the tears that were attempting to fall from her eyes, then looked up again and noticed the old man bringing something out of his pocket.

    "She's beautiful, isn't it? They're both beautiful." The old man chuckled while looking down at the small frame in his hand. After burning away all her pictures due to those hurtful memories, this was the only one he had kept because it also had his late wife inside. "I really had a wonderful family." He muttered with another sigh then slowly extended