A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 330

Confirming their relationship, just like that? Tiffany found this to be way too sudden and fast. “That’s too fast, isn’t it? I think we can still talk a little more…”

Ken denied her suggestion. “We’re all adults here. We’ll know if we’re suitable for each other at first glance. Are you free tonight? Would you do me the honor of having dinner with me?”

Tiffany had clearly lost her right to take the initiative and replied, “Okay…”

Suddenly, her phone rang. She stood up apologetically and answered the call, “Hello?”

“There’s a letter for you. I left it at the security office downstairs. Don’t forget to collect it.”

A letter? Her first guess was that George Levin had sent another letter. This was extremely important to Arianne, so of course it was important to her too. She ended the call and said to Ken, “I have to leave, I've got something urgent. We’ll play by ear tonight. Sorry!” She left the café before Ken could respond.

She was overjoyed when she collected the letter. It really was from George Levin. She hailed a cab and made her way to Arianne’s. Lillian had used the car that Mark had given away. Now, she could not sell it nor give it back.

She was gasping and panting from running all the way up to Arianne’s condominium. “Letter… from… George Levin. Open it!”

Arianne poured her some water, then carelessly opened up the letter to read it. It wasn’t that she wasn’t anxious about it. She was simply afraid of getting disappointed after building her hopes up.

There were only a few words on the letter, just like the one before: By the time you read this letter, I will no longer be among the living. I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you the truth. There are things that I wish to protect too. Stop investigating. It won’t do you any good. As long as you know that your dad was a good man, it’s enough. This is my last letter. May you be happy throughout your remaining years.

Arianne slumped into the sofa after reading the letter. “George Levin is dead, probably succumbed to cancer. This letter was sent after his death. This is just great. All leads are officially cut off. Should I give up now?”

Tiffany sighed. “He’s dead. You can’t break into his grave and interrogate a dead man. I know that you want to know the truth so that you can clear your father’s name and your own, and… to be able to straighten your spine proudly in front of Mark as a human being. I understand all of this. However, if that cannot be achieved, you can’t continue living like this either. You must live your life. As for what Mark thinks of you, that’s not important anymore. It’s been more than ten years. How much hatred would he have left for you? If you put in more enthusiasm, he’ll love you to death. Ari, don’t be sad. You’re pregnant, your mood is very important.”

Arianne’s mental state had been sharpened well by now. “I’m fine. I’m alright. Don’t worry. I’m sorry that you had to come all the way here. Rest for a while. I’ll wash some fruits for you.”