Elsa suddenly turned to her face, which was initially calm, toward Sean. "Mister Ford! I had already processed the hatred on my own for more than thirty years! Please don't make me hate you again! Because you don't deserve it!"
"I..." Sean said.
"Mom, what the hell...happened back then?" Vireo had just met his father, and he had also just met his mother. However, he chose to believe his mother.
Elsa smiled miserably. "I was only twenty years old back then!"
Sean nodded. "Yes, you were like a budding flower back then."
“Did I ever actively seduce you?" Elsa asked rhetorically.
"You...I know that you liked me," said Sean
embarrassedly.
Speaking of that, Elsa looked at Sean with a disdainful gaze.
Sean's face became completely flushed. After he had gotten older, he felt more and more guilty about the things that he had done when he was young. However, back then, it was during the time when he was full of vigor, young, handsome, powerful, and wealthy. At that time, Sean feared nothing. He feared
nothing and no one and was incomparably spirited. Also, as long as she was a woman that he wanted to have, he would always be able to get her. When Sean was young, other than his wife, all the other women might not even be considered as human in Sean's eyes. I n his eyes, they could only playthings. The beautiful one, the sultry one, the slutty one, and the lowly one. He had all kinds of women and they were all objects. He had never thought of caring for these women at all.
However, occasionally when there was a refreshing one who was not clinging to him, h e would then feel like he had a change of taste. Also, he would have a sense of curiosity about the novelty. He would also occasionally make a bet with a few young masters from wealthy families. They would bet on how long i t would take for them to get hold of that woman.
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