Ashley's lips were dry, she glanced around. "Mr. Milan took me to the hospital, thank you, I caused you trouble, I'm sorry, Mr. Milan."

Milan's hand that was holding the document suddenly tightened, why did he feel that this hoarse voice made him so uncomfortable?


'Thank you, Mr. Milan, I've caused trouble for Mr. Milan, I'm sorry, Mr. Milan... besides these words, is there anything else she wants to say to me?'

The man didn't say anything, Ashley lowered her eyes, not looking at him anymore.

"Swish" is a sound, the sound of turning pages.


"Swish" is another sound.

Swish, swish, swish...


Milan didn't say anything, Ashley didn't say anything either. He attentively turned each page of the document.

Awkwardness, mixed with a bit of tenderness.

The strange atmosphere, no one could break it.

Finally, Ashley couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Mr. Milan."

She opened her mouth, calling softly.

The man sitting next to the bed was still engrossed in his work, not answering her call.

Ashley: "..."

A moment later, Ashley couldn't hold it in anymore: "Mr. Milan?"

This time, the call was a little louder.

However, her response was only a "whoosh", the sound of turning pages gently.

'…" Another moment passed: 'Mr. Milan?" Finally, the voice was louder this time.

'What's the matter?" The man put down the documents, raising his eyebrows to look at Ashley elegantly.

'Giselle… is she okay? Mr. Milan, can you not punish her? I just beg you this time, please spare her life."

"From now on, Giselle, no matter what she does to anger Sir Milan, you can deal with her however you want. I promise I will not help her beg anymore." She emphasized once more: 'In this life, I do not want to owe any more lives."

That feeling was like carrying a huge debt.

Milan's complicated gaze looked at the woman lying on the bed.

'You finally admitted it, Ashley?"

'You finally admitted it, you owe someone else a life, right?"

'Ashley, don't admit it."

'Ashley, three years ago you could grit your teeth and not admit it, so three years later, you shouldn't admit it either."

'What's wrong? Can't bear the torment in your heart anymore?"

Ashley lowered her eyes, her eyelashes covering the calmness in her eyes, also covering everything outside.

If Milan had told her that three years ago, she would explain, she would try her best to explain.

But today, three years later, she would not be like that anymore.

Ashley is no longer Ashley, Ashley is no longer strong, and she also has no soul, Ashley has no soul, is she still Ashley?

It's just a coincidence, she has the same name as the young lady of the famous Patterson's house in S city.

'Tell me, I told you to tell me, don't you have anything to explain?" On the cold face of that man, there was a layer of cold mist, but in those pitch-black eyes, there was a look of expectation that even he didn't know, he was waiting for her explanation.

Perhaps, if she casually explained a little, he would feel more comfortable.

But Ashley didn't make any move... to explain?

Three years ago, she knelt in front of the gate of his villa, every time she knelt, she knelt for an entire night, unable to exchange for five minutes of his time to listen to her explanation.

Then today, what else is there to explain?

"I've been in prison. I've also received punishment." Ashley slowly opened her mouth, her voice hoarse, but it made people feel a little uncomfortable: "Explaining or not explaining, it's all redundant."

Her eyes suddenly fell on Milan: 'Or, do you want to lock me in that prison again? How long will it be this time? Three years, this year? Or ten years?"

The indifference in her eyes, seemingly not caring, as if this was not an important matter to her, so she didn't pay attention.

Milan's face twitched, he squinted at the woman lying on the bed, suddenly a little angry for no reason.

'That's right, explaining or not explaining, is all useless, explaining or not explaining, you have already admitted it, you owe someone a life." Milan's cold gaze: 'Then what price do you intend to pay for that life?"

'Using the second half of my life, is that enough?"

Ashley said indifferently: 'If you still can't pay it all back, you can pay it back in the next life, and one day you can pay it all back."

She didn't say anything. 'I owe a life, but it has nothing to do with Gina."

Because she had already said it, but he didn't believe it.

'Mr. Milan, what time is it?"

'Five thirty in the afternoon."

Ashley said, 'Oh. Then I have to go to work."

After saying that, she lifted the blanket and prepared to get out of bed.

A hand tightly grasped her shoulder, Milan said: 'Today, I'll give you sick leave."

'I don't need it."

Milan suddenly narrowed his eyes: 'You don't need it? Ashley, what's lacking in your body, don't you know? Don't you need to rest? Huh?"

Ashley immediately felt like she had just encountered a blizzard.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, her hands clenched into fists.

But even so, she still couldn't control the trembling of her arms.

He finally said it.

He finally stood in front of her, saying what she didn't want others to know.

And the one who caused this was him.

"Mr. Milan, I know what I'm lacking. I don't need you to remind me." Even her breathing was trembling, and her eyes were a little chaotic: "Everything, I have to thank you for your kindness, it's all thanks to you. You don't need to remind me over and over again, how I received your kindness and care. Anger, hurt, sadness.

Milan, this is the pain you caused, and you are here to sprinkle salt on it."

Milan felt a little worried. 'Ashley, I don't know if you believe it or not, but this matter is a bit of a misunderstanding."

Misunderstanding?

Ashley looked at Milan, he said this matter was a bit of a misunderstanding.

'Are you trying to say, this matter has nothing to do with you, you don't know anything about this?" She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, only feeling the discomfort in her heart that was about to suffocate.

'Mr. Milan, do you believe it yourself? If it weren't for your instructions, who would dare to do such a thing to me."

Milan's face stiffened… That's right. If it weren't for his instructions, who would dare to do such a thing to her?

Could it be that, it was really like what Tyson said, his attitude towards her three years ago, his attitude towards all of these things, had determined the circumstances and what she had to go through in those three years?