Chapter 970: Chapter 970: The Sequel to the Past_1
Whether it’s regret or a desire to make amends, the damage caused has already become a fact. Who knows whether this new fondness will turn into another, even more terrifying nightmare?
Hannah looked somewhat surprised. "Roy, have you come to your senses?"
Roy Yarn just shyly smiled and awkwardly rubbed his head.
In the original plot, Roy Yarn was a complete "sister-complex" man, utterly indulgent and unconditionally trusting of his ill-intentioned brother.
Otherwise, the vast family business would not have fallen into Louis Snyder’s hands, nor would he himself have met such a tragic end.
Initially, the Yarn elders were somewhat reluctant to accept Louis Snyder’s identity, but after all, he was their grandson.
Even though Lynn Yarn had made such a foolish decision back then, the child was innocent after all.
With this mindset, the Yarn family chose to cover up the past, forbidding anyone to bring it up, and they tried their best to make amends to Louis Snyder.
But what they didn’t know was that the grandson they welcomed back wasn’t a docile and obedient boy but a dyed-in-the-wool ingrate—a black lotus.
The past that the Yarn family was unwilling to mention had long been recounted to his only son by Lynn Yarn with her twist on the story.
After leaving the Yarn family, Lynn Yarn became increasingly unrestrained, always harboring hatred towards the Yarn elders as well as her own sister.
Her method of revenge, however, was both juvenile and laughable: she ruined her own life by her own hand, as if only by doing so could she experience the perverse pleasure of vengeance.
She had tried such methods countless times before, like hurting herself as a child to garner more attention from the Yarn elders, or even feeling a secret thrill when her sister was reprimanded.
The older she got, the more extreme she became.
She didn’t truly like Oliver Quach. She just wanted to oppose everyone, repeatedly testing everyone’s patience with her, as if only in this way could she prove she was the most important.
But this time, her wantonness would not be accompanied by Grace Yarn patiently explaining things to her, or allowing her to mock with cold laughter.
She fell in love with a man, believing that was the love she wanted, and threw herself into the flames like a moth to a flame without a second thought.
The man was a minor artist, with no fame, filled with fanciful fantasies in his head, always speaking beautiful yet insubstantial words.
Yet, Lynn Yarn was deeply infatuated with this man, even spending the last of her money to support his creativity.
Perhaps in her heart, she wasn’t willing to settle; she wanted to prove that the man she chose would not be inferior to Grace Yarn’s.
However, even as Grace Yarn’s paintings gained worldwide notoriety at global art exhibitions, Lynn Yarn was still with the man in their shabby, dilapidated little house.
The man had failed yet again.
Lynn Yarn could only suppress her temper and comfort the man, telling him that they would be successful, they would have a beautiful life, their love was a testament to heaven and earth, and that it would be an endless source of inspiration for him.
This was what the man loved to hear. He would marry Lynn Yarn because she was the only woman who understood him, certainly a vast improvement over his parents who had severed ties with him and cast him out.
The two seemingly pitiable individuals found solace in each other’s embrace, which looked so "heartwarming."
But reality kept dealing them harsh blows.
The love between a pampered rich girl and a hopelessly romantic "artist" might be lovely.
