Preston hated this feeling of losing control and was somewhat angry. He turned and got into his car. As the Rolls-Royce sped past, Harper raised her hand and touched her hair. The ride-hailing car arrived, and she quickly got in. The car drove into the city center and arrived at the Mellow Villas, stopping in front of the Sterling ‘s house.
Harper got out of the car with her bag and walked up to the grand entrance. She had been here a few times before, and the security guards recognized her. She said she was there to see Silas, and they let her in immediately. Today was Sunday, and Silas hadn’t gone to the Sterling pack. He was sitting in the garden, holding a book and reading quietly. He was wearing a white shirt and a black coat, with a blanket covering his legs. If he weren’t sitting in a wheelchair, he would still look like that otherworldly young man as before. Every time Harper saw him like this, she wanted to cry. Silas was such a good person, but he had lost his legs and could never stand up again. She stood behind him, staring at him for a while before walking up to him and calling out softly, “Silas.”Silas stopped flipping through the book for a few seconds before he slowly turned his wheelchair to face Harper. “What brings you here?” he asked. “I came to see you,” Harper replied. She walked over and sat across from him at his gesture. The two of them looked at each other, like relatives who hadn’t seen each other for long, and their eyes gradually turned red. “Silas, how have you been in the past year?” Harper broke the silence in a caring tone as if she were talking to her brother. “I’ve been doing okay,” Silas replied, closing the book in his hand and placing it on the nearby table. He then raised his hand to have someone make tea for Harper. “People in the Wolverly Capital are used to drinking tea. Would you like a cup of tea?” he asked. “That’s fine.” Harper nodded. What she drank wasn’t important; what mattered was being able to see Silas again.
The two of them didn’t have much to say after that. The topics they used to discuss were all related to Taya. But now, it wasn’t appropriate to bring Taya up. Would the three of them be so distant forever? “Harper, how are things between you and Mr. Preston going?” Silas asked. As Harper touched the file bag in her bag, unsure of how to return the gift, Silas spoke up. “We broke up,” Harper replied simply, looking up at Silas. “What about you? When are you going to get engaged to Ms. Cooke?” Harper asked. At that moment, Nora brought the tea over. Silas poured some into a teacup and handed it to Harper. “I broke off the engagement,” he said briefly without any explanation. Harper understood. She took the cup and paused for a while. “Silas, are you lying to Taya just so she won’t feel guilty?” Harper asked. Silas poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip before smiling faintly at Harper. “Try the tea and see if you like it,” he said. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it anymore, and Harper was tactful enough not to press the issue. She lowered her head and took a sip of tea, giving him a bitter smile. “I remember when you used to like drinking strong coffee while studying. Why do you like to drink tea now?” Harper asked. “I used to drink coffee to stay alert and make use of most of my time. I thought that by reading more books, I could gain more wealth. But what is the wealth of life? I still haven’t figured it out,” Silas said lightly as if the hardships he had endured in the past were not worth mentioning. He felt that those who were trapped in the past couldn’t know what is the wealth of the world. Perhaps they could realize it, but they had already lost it. Silas leaned back in his wheelchair, holding the teacup and looking down at the tea.
The gentleman was unparalleled in the world. But even such an outstanding man was still trapped by love. Harper didn’t know how to respond, feeling bad. Perhaps the most pitiful person in the world was Silas. ” The person he had loved for half his life had left him, and he had lost his legs. He was alone, far away from everyone, sitting alone in the garden of the Wolverly Capital, perhaps thinking about his beloved for hundreds of days and nights. But he would never have someone respond to him with the same pa*sion and rush towards him without hesitation as before. Silas had received Taya’s love without reservation, but precisely because he had received it, he felt so regretful and unable to let go. Harper felt that if she were in his shoes, she would also find it hard to accept. But no one could understand Sila s’s emotions better than himself. So Harper didn’t know what to say. Sitting across from him, she felt a bit lost, unsure whether to comfort him. “Are you here to return the gift?” Silas seemed to sense her discomfort and regained his calmness as he looked at her with a smile.