Her thoughts, Cora Jorney would no longer understand.
To prevent this sense of helplessness from spreading, she said indifferently, "I understand, Mom. I'm hanging up now. Take good care of Dad."
"Mm, you don't have to worry about your father. With the money funded by Jesse Rowan, the Harry Family will get through this crisis soon, and your dad's health will improve day by day. As for you, don't overthink anything—just focus on your work and try to accept Jesse. This time, it's all thanks to him. It's easy to add flowers to a brocade, but it's hard to provide help in the snowstorm. Cherish it well; don't wait until you miss it to regret."
"Regret?" Joan Harry softly chewed over these two words, a cold sneer curling at the corners of her lips.
Jesse Rowan was nothing but a demon.
And this demon always behaved like an angel in front of others.
Yet, even that couldn't conceal his demonic nature.
