Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1309

Chapter 1309: Chapter 1309

"What’s the use of telling me all this?" Jane McCain looked at her calmly, with a slight curl at the corner of her mouth, "You should tell Allen Rivera."

"No, I must make it clear to you." Fiona Lake shook her head, her face expressionless, "He doesn’t like Juliet Stewart, and he values my work abilities. This gave me false hope; it’s rare to meet a man who doesn’t judge by appearances, I should seize the opportunity, right?"

But then, he brought you along... how ironic, more beautiful than Juliet Stewart, better dressed, and younger. Turns out he’s just as vulgar, only loves pretty women."

"He just happened not to love you." Jane McCain frowned, unable to resist refuting her.

"No matter, the fact remains, he found a pretty little girl nine years younger than him." Fiona Lake sneered, shrugging, "That’s men for you, always going for the pretty ones... Of course, some men also admire talented women, provided that the talented woman is pretty."

Jane McCain smiled faintly, noncommittal.

Fiona Lake lowered her eyes, gently stirring the teaspoon, and continued, "I really dislike you, but I’m also grateful to you. You shattered my dream and brought me back to reality.

Your documents weren’t touched by me, Juliet Stewart bumping into you had nothing to do with me, sending you to deliver the mask was a spur-of-the-moment idea, just to scare you... I wanted to see you react like Juliet Stewart did that night, screaming and crying instinctively, and I wondered if Allen Rivera would dislike you for it and scold you like he did Juliet Stewart...

The area was already fenced with wire, I knew this well, I didn’t mean to endanger your life. I’m not that delusional, if it caused you any mental discomfort, I apologize now, sincerely sorry."

Jane McCain looked at her silently, couldn’t help finding it somewhat amusing.

"It’s been so long, you suddenly come to tell me all this just to apologize?" Jane McCain asked with a smile, "Why?"

"My internship is over; I’m getting promoted." Fiona Lake gave a rather irrelevant answer, then fell quiet, pursing her lips and gazing out the window.

The sunlight was golden-yellow, the icicles hanging from the tree branches refracted colorful light, everything looked warm, but she knew it was just an illusion because as soon as you stepped outside, the cold air enveloped you.

She said, "I will be taking a position in a lower district, not remaining in Clearwater City, but my superior hasn’t signed off. He told me if I couldn’t explain things clearly to you, if I didn’t have the courage to be honest about it all, he would see me as too timid to take on the role of a prosecutor."

"So I came." Fiona Lake’s gaze fell again on Jane McCain’s face, "Without love, at least I shouldn’t lose my career, and he’s right, as a prosecutor, I shouldn’t be timid, confined in petty love and allowing it to make me foolish."

Jane McCain listened, was silent for a moment, then asked her, "What about Juliet Stewart, how is she doing?"

"Her..." Fiona Lake chuckled lightly, took a sip of coffee, "She’s been transferred, probably will spend her life doing clerical work, but that’s probably better. With her kind of personality, handling cases independently would be too difficult for her."

Jane McCain looked at the coffee cup in front of her, the smooth porcelain texture, printed with golden art script, artistic yet fresh, warm and elegant.

This cup could also be used for water, but it’s slightly small for that, not very practical.

When you love something for its strengths, you must be aware of its shortcomings; nothing in this world is perfect.

Loving someone follows the same principle.

Allen Rivera’s rationality and orderliness once made her feel warm and secure, yet he was destined never to risk everything for beauty.

In his heart, there’s a ruler, measuring right and wrong, controlling reward and punishment, then arranging a corresponding path for everyone.