Clara's heart ached, and Liam 's face flashed before her eyes. She shook her head vigorously, as if this could get rid of the painful memories.
"No. Dad , on the day I inherit the family fortune, let's hold a husband-selection banquet. I will personally choose the most suitable marriage partner at the banquet!"
She turned her head to look out the window. The sycamore leaves were swaying gently in the wind. The sun was still as warm as ever, but the sweetness in her heart had been completely crushed, leaving only a cold desolate place.
The man she once wanted to devote her life to, the man she thought was sincere, turned out to be an elaborate scam from beginning to end.
That's good, this way she can turn around without any regrets.
Bennett family never needs to rely on others to survive, let alone be anyone's keep woman .
Liam , and his lifetime compensation, she, Clara, doesn't care.
During the three days in the hospital, Liam hardly left her side.
Every morning, he would appear at the door of the ward on time with a thermos bucket filled with millet porridge that he had cooked himself, which was soft and dense .