"You were so eager to have me leave. Now that I’ve left, you come looking for me. Isn’t this your own fault?"

Irene Morton spoke each word clearly.

Asher Land’s grip on her hand gradually stiffened.

Irene Morton lightly flicked her wrist, freeing herself from his grasp.

"Go ahead, walk your sunny path, I’ll cross my single-log bridge. From now on, Irene Morton severs all ties with you, Asher Land!" Irene turned her back on him.

Her entire life, because of him, because of her blind love for him, was already ruined.

She had turned herself into neither a person nor a ghost, even angering her dearest father to death...

Irene Morton was, indeed, an unforgivable sinner.

Thinking of Colton Morton, Irene suddenly lost control of her emotions. She squatted on the ground, holding her head and crying loudly.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry..." she murmured, never able to forget the sight of Colton Morton’s unpeaceful death.

She remembered the argument she had with Colton Morton.

At that time, she had just been kicked out of the Land Family by Asher Land, after being locked in the basement for months, she was utterly exhausted and disheveled. Colton Morton felt pity for her and wanted to take her back to Europe. But she resolutely refused to leave Eastern City, and in the end, Colton Morton forcibly knocked her out and took her back.

On the very night they returned to Europe, she had a fierce argument with Colton Morton...

Colton Morton’s health had already been poor in recent years, and with her turmoil, it led to a tragedy she would never want to recall in her lifetime.

Her body curled up in a corner, trembling. She looked like a discarded rag doll, invoking a pang in Asher Land’s heart. He bent down, reaching out, ready to support her.

"Go, go away!" Irene Morton tightly wrapped her arms around her body, like an injured hedgehog, resisting his approach.

Sweat seeped through her face, her breathing grew unstable, and her voice turned into uncontrollable screams.

"I said go! Leave now! Asher Land, I never want to see you again, never." Irene Morton stood up, using all her strength to push him out of the room, then locked the door.

Her body leaned powerlessly against the door, sliding down slowly.

"Irene Morton, you must be crazy, you must be..."

She bit her arm harshly, refusing to let herself make a single sound.

...

Asher Land stood at the door, staring at the tightly shut door, his heart feeling like it was blocked by something.

After a long time, he finally turned around and walked out of the hotel.

Sitting in the car, he rubbed his aching temples, his brow furrowed tightly.

Half an hour later, Robert Williams finally returned after ’handling things’.

"President Land, are we going straight home?" Robert Williams cautiously asked from the front seat.

"Yes." He replied indifferently, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.

A wind blew through the slightly open car window, awakening Asher Land’s awareness instantly.

In his mind, the scenes from today’s encounter with Irene Morton unfolded.

She was recklessly partying at the nightclub, entangled with men, trembling and crying in the corner...

"Robert Williams, keep an eye on Irene Morton for me from now on. Don’t let her encounter any danger. And if any more unscrupulous men touch her, handle it the same way as today." Asher Land’s cold voice came from the back seat.