It Was You
Chapter 669 Has He Suffer a Lot

Carlos shivered in the wind and ran to her fawningly. "Hey, you're back. It's so late."

Cassandra glanced at him sideways. Out of a strong desire to survive, Carlos wisely shut up.

If he irritated his master, Cassandra would help him, but if he irritated his sister-in-law, he would really run on the road of death.

Carlos rubbed his nose, "Then, Cassandra, what do you want to ask me? I can't tell you anything confidential."

Carlos warned her and left a way out for himself.

Cassandra glanced at him and said slowly, "It's just an old story. Why are you so nervous?"

Carlos, "Am I nervous? No. The old story? Well, my master really doesn't like Lenny. He just feels sorry for Lenny and treat him as a very ordinary friend. Cassandra, don't think too much!" Well, she knew that she couldn't hide what happened in the police station from Martin. She didn't expect that Martin would confess it so soon.

Well, the man...

Cassandra looked at him with a faint smile, "Who told you I want to ask this?"

Carlos was confused, "What? Didn't you want to ask this question? Then what do you want to know?"

After a few seconds of silence, Cassandra walked to the swing in the yard and sat down. With a calm look on her face, she said, "I want to know how Martin has been doing all these years alone."

Hearing this, Carlos was stunned and didn't understand what Cassandra meant for a moment. "Cassandra, can you make it clear?"

Cassandra tapped the swing with her tiptoe and asked in a low voice, "Has Martin suffered a lot alone these years?"

Without any protection, he had achieved what he was today step by step with his own strength. Even if he was extremely powerful and resourceful, he had grown up in such a big family, with unexpected slings and arrows... How much did he bear alone? This man always chose to be silent. No matter how deeply he was hurt in the back and how painful it was, he was always calm and composed.

In the past few years, had anyone ever asked him if he was painful?

Those wounds might have gradually healed, and the cold words had already dissipated. But what about his fragile heart that was buried behind countless heavy doors?

'Is there still an old scar left? Does it hurt as soon as I touch it?'

"Cassandra, why do you ask this question all of a sudden?" Carlos seemed reluctant to mention it. He lowered his head and said dully.

Cassandra gently touched the swing with her hands and said in a very low voice, "Nothing. I just thought of something. Tell me, don't miss a word."

The moon was as deep as water, and silence stood between the two people. The atmosphere was a little embarrassing for a moment.

After a long silence, Carlos slowly raised his head and stared at Cassandra, "Cassandra, about those things... You'd better not know..."

The past was so heavy that it would make people feel breathless at the mention of it.

Cassandra looked calm and said word by word, "I'm his wife."

Carlos' heart trembled and his pupils shrank. His heart seemed to be gripped by a big hand. After a long time, he sighed and said in a dry voice, "I can tell you everything I know, but for you, it may be just an invisible chain and burden. Sometimes, it's better not to know something."

Cassandra, "Cut the crap. I can afford it. Just tell me."

Carlos took a deep look at Cassandra, as if he had recalled the memory of many years from the bottom of his heart. Even if it was only told from the perspective of an onlooker, he still felt a little pathetic.

After a long silence, Carlos said, "Although it has been a long time, these memories seem to have been engraved in our body and melted into our bones and blood. Not only me, but also my master will never forget it. You may never know how much pain my master has suffered till today. Everyone can only see he is so lofty and indestructible now, but they forget that he was also a young man who had no strength at that time.'

From the young man till now, every step he took seemed to be stepping on the tip of a knife. Even if he was hurt all over his body by the knife under his feet, he had no way back.

Carlos' eyes were deep red and his voice was a little cold and hard. "Master's parents died when he was very young. The official saying was an accident, but later we checked it out and found that it was not an accident. It was Johnson who wanted to help his own people to get the position, so he sent people to create the accident. At the time of the accident, master was only 2 years old, a child of 2 years old, and knew nothing. He is locked in the darkest room. He could do nothing but cry. Fortunately, his mother's servants protected him a little, so he wouldn't die before he could understand."

What could a 2 year old child know?

Children from ordinary families could only walk a little at this time.

Cassandra sat on the swing quietly, listening like a still photo.

Carlos took a deep breath, "Master didn't intend to fight for anything. After all, he has the child of the Lu clan. Since he was alive, the Lu clan wouldn't treat him unfairly in public. When he grew up, even if he couldn't control the power, at least he can get a share of the money he deserves. He can rest assured to be a gentle young master, but everything changed when he was 5 years old."

"The servant who took care of him has been investigating the truth of his parents' death in the past few years. It was just her obsession, but she didn't expect that she inadvertently found the truth. Master's parents didn't die by accident. When she found out the truth and told my master the truth, she was quickly killed by Johnson. From then on, Johnson was on guard against him and even wanted to kill him, but he dodged it by accident several times. And he seemed to know nothing, so Johnson relaxed his vigilance. It's just that the Lu clan's people bullied my master and no one cared about it.

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"They insulted my master and beat him up. Master got new wounds almost every day, but he never cried. He was beaten hard and gritted his teeth to hold on... He had suffered all the coldness in the world, and had experienced the coldness of human nature and the fickleness of the world. His original hot blood had already been cold. How could he act like a normal person? He has learned to hide his emotions on his face since he was 5 years old. He is always so calm."