"When you know that you have no choice, you can only accept it." Candice was neither slow nor anxious, but she was indifferent to the secular world.
It was just like how life and death depended on fate and wealth, nothing could be forced.
Que sera sera—that was her take.
Monica stood by her side and looked at her.
She suddenly felt… If Edward really liked Candice, perhaps the injured person was not Candice.
After all, Candice seemed to be… heartless.
Perhaps Monica was worrying too much about it.
To Edward, who else could he like? So what if he liked someone?!
In his heart, the most important thing was still power and politics. No matter how sad he was, how sad could he be?
Monica did not say anything else, and neither did she know what to say. She did not want to comfort Candice out of kindness, but he could not bring herself to mock her either.
