Margot smiled. “And Maisie is worth all that?”
Joey instinctively retorted, “May is different. She’s the most important person to me.”
It was clear that at seventeen, when he confessed his feelings to her, Joey had claimed that Margot was the only one he loved, yet now, the most important person had become Maisie.
Margot laughed through her tears.
“Yes, so the person I’m praying for is also the most important person to me.”
With that, Margot withdrew her hand, took a few steps to the side, and slowly resumed her climb.
Looking at her determined expression, Charles sighed deeply.
“I understand now. You’re praying for me, right? Then this is enough. I don’t need you to endure this suffering.”
Joey looked at her with eyes full of pity. “Gigi, I don’t need it either. Let it go.”
Margot said nothing.
She glanced indifferently at them, then turned to face the front.
Her attitude sent a chill through Charles and Joey.
For the first time, they didn’t pay attention to Maisie and couldn’t help but follow her up the mountain.
Time passed slowly, and as evening approached, they finally reached their destination.
Margot, her knees covered in blood, painfully made her way into the church.
Near the entrance, she found a set of stationery to write down her prayers.
The two men, following closely behind, saw the initials “DS” written on the paper and frowned.
Obviously, it was not referencing either man.
“Who’s this DS?”
The moment Margot placed the written prayer into the wooden box near the table, Joey suddenly seized her arm.
His eyes were blazing with anger.
He could accept Margot praying for Charles, but beyond that, he could not tolerate any other man’s involvement.
