Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 71 - 70 All I Can Say is Sorry (10,000 Words Update, Seeking First Subscription) 2

Chapter 71: Chapter 70 All I Can Say is Sorry (10,000 Words Update, Seeking First Subscription) 2

I came to you just because you wouldn’t have too much attachment to me.

But now, I’m really sorry.

I didn’t expect things to turn out this way.

I will leave in a week.

After leaving, I won’t contact you again.

I hope you will find your true Heavenly Maiden in the future.

And that person will never be me."

Oliver Turner smiled confidently, "Then why don’t we make a bet."

Faye Townsend sighed softly, "Oliver, do you know, I see my own reflection in that Clara.

Because of Hunter Warren, my heart has been hurt.

I know how deep and painful this wound can be.

It can really take half a person’s life away.

When I saw Clara today, I suddenly felt very sorry for her.

Because I don’t want her to become another Faye Townsend.

I so wish... she can be happy.

Are all the passionate women in this world really destined to get hurt?"

"Clara’s feelings for me are not love at all.

She went through some things as a child, and I was the one who brought her out of that shadow.

She says she loves me only because she relies on me.

I’m not foolish enough to not tell whether a woman loves me or not."

Faye Townsend laughed bitterly, "Is this how men avoid love?"

"Faye, don’t compare me with Hunter Warren, we’re not the same type of person."

Faye looked at Oliver Turner, "Let’s set our issues aside for now.

I sincerely hope you can sort out your feelings with Clara.

Even if it’s for this woman you raised, don’t let her suffer because of you."

Oliver Turner nodded after a moment of silence, "Alright, I promise you.

Get me another cup of tea."

Faye gave him another cup.

Oliver Turner took a sip, "Do you remember?

I said before I wanted to drink a cup of your brewed tea.

You said it could only happen when the Townsend business gets back on track.

Looks like I’m enjoying the treatment I’m supposed to have in advance today."

Faye nodded and smiled, "Did I say that? Sorry, I don’t even remember."

"It’s okay, I remember it.

By the way, the Forrest you often mention, is he Uncle Forrest’s son?"

"Yes."

"Do you two get along well?"

"We’ve been classmates since kindergarten.

We grew up together, and know each other very well.

He’s like family to me."

Oliver Turner nodded, "Uncle Forrest must be very fond of this kid.

Otherwise, why would he give such a cute name to a boy?"

"Oh, no, that’s not his name. It’s what I’ve been used to calling him since we were kids."

Oliver Turner raised his eyebrows slightly, "If there’s a chance, introduce us.

I’m now business partners with Uncle Forrest.

Meeting the future Director Forrest would be good for me."

"Maybe if there’s a chance."

"There’s another question, can I ask?"

Faye looked at him, "Ask."

"Being so close to the Forrest family, do you know why Uncle Forrest’s leg is disabled?

I heard, no one knows the story of Uncle Forrest’s past, his leg..."

Faye shook her head firmly, "I really can’t tell you about this matter. It’s Uncle Forrest’s secret; outsiders shouldn’t pry.

Everyone has an untouchable secret garden in their heart.

You surely wouldn’t want your secrets to be dug out by others either."

Before Oliver Turner could say anything, his phone rang.

He picked it up, glanced at it and sighed, "It’s that Clara girl."

"Quick, pick it up." Faye Townsend stood up, "Just in time, I need to check if the laundry on the balcony is dry."

She got up and went to the balcony, leaving space for him.

Oliver Turner answered the phone, "Hello."

"Are you still at her place?"

"Hasn’t Victor Jude found you?"

"Never mind him, answer my question." Clara’s voice was a bit agitated.

Then, Victor Jude’s somewhat distant voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Clara, listen to me, don’t be impulsive.

He’s already changed his mind; he’s not worth you doing this for him.

Your life is precious, don’t do anything stupid."

"Victor Jude, shut up." Clara shouted, covering the phone, then released her hand to speak into the receiver, "Uncle Oliver, I ask you, have you really decided to marry her, not even giving me a chance."

"What are you doing?" Oliver Turner’s voice sternly, as he was preparing to leave.

"I don’t want you to meddle, I just want to know if you’re really going to marry her?"

"Clara, give the phone to Victor Jude."

"No." Clara’s voice was loud.

"Where are you? I’ll come find you right now."

"You answer my question first, don’t try to change the subject." Clara’s voice was more excited now.

"Clara, don’t move, you’ll fall."

Oliver Turner directly hung up and dialed Victor Jude’s number.

Victor Jude answered the phone with a roar, "Clara wants to jump off the building. Are you satisfied with driving her to death?"

Oliver Turner didn’t intend to argue with him, "Where are you now?"

"On the rooftop of your company."

"Okay, calm her down."

Oliver Turner said and hung up the phone.

Hearing him shout a couple of sentences, Faye Townsend came out from the balcony and asked, "What happened, are you guys arguing?"

"What argument? That brat is trying to jump off the building, I have to go back and check."

"What?" Faye was startled and immediately stepped forward, "I’ll go with you."

If anything happened to Clara, she would definitely feel very guilty.

Thinking of Clara’s determined eyes when she came to see her today, she truly regretted it.

If she had known earlier, she should have told Clara that she would never interfere with her and Oliver Turner’s relationship.

God bless, let’s hope nothing happens to Clara.

On the way to the company, Oliver Turner was very silent.

He looked like he was also heavy-hearted and worried.

Faye Townsend occasionally turned her head to look at him, "Sorry, it seems I’ve caused you a lot of trouble."

"It’s not your fault.

Clara has been spoiled by me."

Faye said in a deep voice, Oliver Turner always talked about Clara like this.

It felt like her dad talking about her in front of others in the past.

Back then, her dad would always say "This child, Faye, is like so..."

From this perspective, Oliver Turner’s feelings towards Clara indeed seem not to be about a romantic relationship between a man and a woman.

But if Clara is so persistent now, the only one who will ultimately get hurt is her.

As soon as the two got out of the car, they rushed straight to the elevator and went up to the rooftop.

At this moment, Clara, dressed in white, was standing on the safety platform at the edge of the rooftop, her hair swirling in the wind.

Her long hair spread messily over her cheeks, and if she were careless, she might fall.

Victor Jude was standing two meters away from the safety wall.

Seeing Oliver Turner and Faye Townsend arrive together.

Victor Jude shouted at Faye Townsend, "What are you doing here, isn’t there enough chaos already?"

Clara was also somewhat agitated, "So you two really are together.

Uncle Oliver, now that both of us are here.

I’m not asking you to give up on her.

All I want is a fair chance to compete with her.

I’ve been with you for so many years.

No one in this world understands you better than I do.

And the same goes for me, you’ve watched me grow up, no one understands me better than you do.

We are obviously a perfect match, all I want is a chance, is that too much to ask?"

"Whatever terms you have, say them from down here." Oliver Turner pointed at her with one hand, "Look at yourself now, what do you look like."

"You don’t like the way I look, if I jump now, I’ll look even worse.

Are you saying you won’t even claim my body?"

"That’s right, I won’t claim your body

I really owe it to your mother and you.

After dealing with your mother’s remains, do I have to take care of you too?

If you want to jump, jump now. Victor Jude is here; he’ll claim your body.

I’m telling you, there’s no way to threaten me."

Faye Townsend turned her head in shock at Oliver Turner, wasn’t he provoking her, has he gone mad.

She stepped forward, "Clara, don’t be impulsive.

Actually, Director Turner really cares about you.

When he heard you were going to jump off the building, his face went pale, and he rushed over immediately to help you."

"Don’t speak for him.

If he truly cared, he wouldn’t say such things.

He said I’m threatening him, then I’ll jump to show him.

I want him to know, I’m not bluffing.

If I hadn’t been driven to this point of despair, how could I do this."

Clara turned around as she spoke.

Faye Townsend screamed, "No.

Clara, think about how he brought you up lovingly.

Do you know how much your current actions are hurting him?

His recent words were only out of anger.

I’m not lying to you, when he came, he was speeding all the way.

If you don’t believe me, you can look up his violation records after coming down.

According to your words, we are now rivals in love, you want to commit suicide; I have no reason to stop you.

You’re death would only benefit me, not harm me.

But think carefully, do you really want to die this way, letting me have the advantage?

You’re friends with Mr. Victor, right.

Ask Mr. Victor, in Anchester, my reputation is terrible.

Aren’t you afraid that being with Oliver Turner will affect Oliver Turner’s reputation?

Don’t you want to protect him?"

Oliver Turner turned to look at Faye Townsend, was there a need for her to speak ill of herself for someone unrelated to her?

Victor Jude was also a bit shocked, he always thought this woman was bad.

Oliver Turner looked at Clara again, "Clara, listen, don’t mess around, come down quickly."

"You still think I’m messing around, you just don’t believe I’m acting this way because you’ve broken my heart, right."

"He believes it, of course, he believes it." Faye Townsend stepped forward and pulled Oliver Turner back a bit.

"Clara, men are always the best at saying what they don’t mean.

You know him so well, you must know, he wouldn’t admit he’s worried about you in such a place, in front of so many people."

After Faye Townsend spoke, she looked at Oliver Turner, "You and Mr. Victor leave for a bit, I have something to speak with Clara alone."

"What do you two have to talk about?" Oliver Turner looked at her.