Chapter 1833

With those words, Matthew left without looking back. This once proud man now walked away with slumped shoulders as if every bit of his former pride had been stripped away. Watching his suddenly aged silhouette, Dorothy recalled what he had just said to her. Her heart ached, and she nearly slipped from her chair. "Mrs. Mayer Senior!" The butler rushed forward to carefully support her. Dorothy's usually shrewd and sharp eyes were filled with unprecedented defeat. She gripped the butler's arm tightly. "Tell me. Did I make a mistake? "Everything I did was for Matthew's sake. Why has it only driven us further apart?" The butler could only sigh softly, at a loss for words. Dorothy's eyes reddened a little. "I think I really did make a mistake. Matthew... He won't forgive me..." … Even after the celebration ended, Willow still felt strange about her new identity. It wasn't that she could not accept being the Willow who had supposedly died two years ago. She was simply not used t