Chapter 1292: Chapter 1292: Settling Accounts
Hannah lifted her head and reached out to catch the falling raindrops, and the moon also fell into her eyes.
George watched her intently, memories surged, filled with bitterness.
She smiled slightly, withdrew her hand to her back, took a step back, and stood under the eave, "First love? I think what we had was merely a pure monetary transaction."
George instinctively frowned, words unspoken, as Hannah pulled out an envelope from her bag first.
She said, "This contains the five million you originally gave me, not a cent more, not a cent less. Take it back."
George paused, his lips lost all color, his fingertips trembling as he clenched them in his palm, deeply imprinting marks. "What do you mean by this?"
Hannah looked into his eyes and spoke softly, "Don’t overthink; those five million were what you gave me, the card is also yours, the PIN hasn’t changed, it’s written on the card."
This was her final pride.
She had never touched that five million.
From the first moment she saw George, she knew she had fallen in love with him, so even when he proposed a so-called body double contract, she had never thought of rejecting it.
She endured everything, sweet as honey.
As for the five million, to her, as long as she didn’t use it, it meant her feelings for George were pure, without a trace of impurity.
She wasn’t the type of person who would declare love for the sake of money.
She always felt that even if George’s heart was cold, she could always warm it up, and when the day came that he felt for her, she would reveal this secret to him.
Unfortunately, she never managed to speak this secret before she died.
And now, Hannah was returning the money to George on her behalf.
From then on, their connection was truly severed.
It was like that in the original story, and it was the same now.
The hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist, the cold spreading from the palm, taking all the warmth from his body, and in that moment, George could only hear his heartbeat.
Thump after thump, as if it echoed beside his ear.
A bitter smile formed on his lips while his eyes filled with a madness on the verge of collapse, "Hannah Winter, you think you can sever ties with me; it’s impossible in this lifetime!"
He spoke vehemently, each word forceful, his eyes piercingly fixed on the person in front of him.
Hannah responded indifferently, "Whether it’s possible or not, the ties have already been broken for many years, all your words are just self-deception."
George’s eyes reddened, his complexion pale, unable to speak.
Hannah extended her hand, placed the envelope in his pocket, and said with a smile, "You were right about one thing back then; five million indeed cannot buy genuine affection."
After she spoke, she turned and entered the door.
The door locked from the inside, beyond the pitch-black garden, a warm light faintly shone from inside the house.
She walked to the window, seemingly on a phone call, her face bearing a sweet, charming smile, not at all like the icy decisiveness from earlier.
Under the light, even her smile was warm.
Yet at that moment, it stung George’s eyes.
Shortly after, the curtains were drawn.
From start to finish, she did not glance at him again.
Standing in the cold wind, George truly felt despair and a chilling heart.
It was so cold it seemed as if even his blood had stopped flowing, all pain numb.
Once a proud man who could face difficulties in the company without changing his expression, he now, under the disguise of raindrops, had tear-streaked eyes.
