Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 557 - 308 I am so poor that I have to live off my partner financially.

Charlotte looked at Luna. Over the years, Luna had been constantly changing, not abruptly, but in every little aspect of life. She had seen Luna become a normal person, yet still unable to escape her turbulent fate.

She could probably understand how Luna appeared calm on the surface, but was internally experiencing turmoil. It was a feeling she could deeply relate to.

Just like when she had just returned to the United States, lying alone in a hospital room, fearing that Mia wouldn’t survive, fearing Atlas Hallow would find her. Even after returning home, there was a period when it was like this.

Her mind was in such chaos she couldn’t see herself clearly, and these were things she had to slowly go through on her own. No one could replace her.

Much like when Atlas asked her on the plane why, despite hating so intensely at first, she eventually forgave him.

It seems everyone has to go through things alone until suddenly one day, they come to understand and find enlightenment.

What good does it do to spend a lifetime hating him?

He’s Mia’s father; that blood connection can’t be severed. The most important thing is that all the hatred stemmed from her own heart never truly letting go.

If she truly didn’t love him anymore, she wouldn’t even feel hatred.

But being with him now, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit of unwillingness.

"The justice you want for me still relies on men. The fewer favors you owe, the better. Don’t you understand this?" Luna put down her phone, her voice calm, but the words were surprising.

It wasn’t clear what was surprising, because the Luna of the past would never have spoken this way.

"So, I can’t owe others, but I can owe you?" Charlotte squatted in front of Luna, her fingers trembling as they touched the layer of bandage.

How painful must it be? She couldn’t empathize, but it must be excruciating to the point of breakdown.

"Why are you saying so much nonsense?" Charlotte stood up impatiently, turned around, and walked into the house.

Behind her, Charlotte was in tears.

Yes, all these words were nonsense. She had already incurred debts, and she was her sister, so owing her was better than owing others, right? Is that what Luna meant?

Who is redeeming whom?

Mia softened Luna, and Luna helped her see many things clearly, making it easier for her to forgive others.

Perhaps this is the cycle of cause and effect.

One night, she played with Mia until she fell asleep, then stayed up late talking with her mom, not sleeping until it was very late.

The next day, she felt her eyes almost couldn’t open, but she still felt the world was wonderful.

Luna was doing well, Mom had let go of her worries, and Mia was even more adorable.

Driving to the office, even though the road was a bit congested, she could still hum a song and drive patiently to the office.

Annie greeted her with a smile. Charlotte saw a hint of gentle sadness in Annie’s bright smile, and with some concern, pulled Annie into her office.

She needed to have a good chat with Annie, and she didn’t know what was going on between her and Professor Hart Hodge.

But when she opened the office door, she found Atlas Hallow sitting boldly inside.

She thought it was a joke, but he had actually set up a desk for himself, taking up half of her space.

Charlotte stared at Atlas, incredulous, while Atlas’s gaze fell on Charlotte and Annie’s linked hands.

"What are you doing here...?"

"Why are you holding her...?"

In the same space, the two spoke almost simultaneously.

Her clear voice carried slight surprise, while his deep, resonant voice held a touch of displeasure.

Their voices clashed in the air, sparks flying...

And in this most chaotic moment, Daniel Parker came from the pantry with a cup of black coffee.

It should have been for Atlas, but Charlotte reached out to take it, needing a couple of sips to calm down.

"Annie, let’s have lunch together," Charlotte said to Annie, then walked over to Atlas with the coffee in hand.

"President Hallow, are you so broke you can’t afford to rent an office?" With his many businesses, surely it wasn’t hard to find a place to work?