Remarriage?

"Angie, if you knew the truth, would you have reported her and brought her to justice?" Blake coldly interrupted her.

"I …" The pleading was stuck in her throat, and Angie was stopped by his words.

He lit a cigarette and took a couple of puffs. Annoyed, he put out the cigarette butt in the crystal ashtray and lazily leaned against the sofa.

“Angie, you go back. I don't seem to be sighing about this. You should understand, my mother, she can't die without a clear reason.”

Angie looked at him quietly as tears slowly rolled down her face. She slowly got up and actually knelt in front of Blake.

"Angie, what are you doing?" Blake frowned, he extended a hand, wanting to help her up from the ground, but Angie dodged stubbornly, her hands firmly grabbing onto his legs.

"Blake, I know my mother was wrong. You said you only have your mother, and I only have her. Back then, you were able to help Avery get rid of her sin. Can't you let my mother off just for me now? In your heart, don't you think