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Chapter 475

Chapter 475 He Couldn’t Leave Anymore

I was speechless, not expecting him to suddenly bring the topic back to square one. I was momentarily

tongue-tied. This time, he was smart, not asking anything else, but just sitting still, watching me, waiting

for

my answer.

It seemed that there was no way to avoid it today, but the matter of the Hinton family ten years ago, it

shouldn’t have been me who told him.

I took a slight breath, looking at him, I said, “Yes, Ezra has indeed been threatening me with something,

and I have been cautious about it, and this matter does indeed involve you, but Walter, there are some.

things that you shouldn’t learn from me. Perhaps you should go back to the Hinton family’s old house

and ask your grandmother, what exactly did the Hinton family do ten years ago?”

He furrowed his brows, creasing them into a frown, and looked at me in confusion, “Ten years ago?”

I nodded.

He seemed somewhat unwell, his voice rushed as he said, “It’s ten years ago again…”

I didn’t know if the old lady would talk to him, but I thought, there were some things that he would

inevitably find out one day, no matter what. Rather than letting him passively accept those sins, it would

be better for him to know in advance.

His phone rang again. Perhaps there were too many doubts in his heart, The answered the call, briefly

explained to me, and then hurriedly left.

Watching the door being closed again, I started to feel a headache. The

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whole point of arguing with him for so long was to persuade him to let me leave, but unexpectedly, I

ended up being passively confined by him.

I didn’t even know how to describe how miserable I had been during this period. If I wasn’t being

watched by Ezra, I was being confined by Walter. It was clearly the 21st century, but my life was no

different from that of a prisoner. I couldn’t escape being confined no matter what.

Truly stifling.

Without the freedom to move around, I could only walk around in Walter’s house. Fortunately, this man

was wealthy. Although it was a large flat, it was no less luxurious than a villa. After looking around, I

caught sight of the box I had brought back from the auction yesterday.

It contained Buddhist prayer beads.

I took it out and carefully played with it, couldn’t help but recall the book I had read before, “The Legend

of Kumarajiva”, a high monk born into royalty.

At that time, in Alexander’s study, I was just curious, so I thought I’d flip through it. But unexpectedly,

the more I read, the more interesting I found it. Kumarajiva was born into a royal family, left home with

his mother at the age of seven, was intelligent as a child, and read widely at an early age, showing

extraordinary wisdom.

The boy was precocious, seeing the suffering of the world at an early age. By the age of fourteen or

fifteen, he already had the grand aspirations of ordinary beings. As a person without faith, I truly

couldn’t understand the so-called salvation of all beings.

Buddha said that all beings are suffering and need salvation, but what is salvation?

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Caressing the smooth Buddhist beads in my hand, I couldn’t help but think of the old lady from the

Hinton family. She was a vegetarian and chanted Buddhist scriptures, wholeheartedly seeking

Buddha’s forgiveness. So, is this what they call salvation?

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Walter had come back in the middle of the night, by which time I had already fallen asleep. I vaguely

sensed someone near me, and fighting off sleepiness, I opened my eyes to see a magnified handsome

face in front of me. I couldn’t help but frown for a moment and pushed him away with my hand.

Perhaps due to the lack of force, he remained unmoved, lying on top of me, leaning against me, his

voice hoarse as he asked, “Did I wake you up?”

I was so tired that I couldn’t open my eyes, I mumbled a vague response. In my mind, I wanted to ask

him about the situation outside, but I was too tired to speak. Without saying a word, I fell back into a

deep sleep.

I slept very soundly.

When I woke up the next day, it was already broad daylight. As I opened my eyes, I found myself

staring at Walter who was lying next to me. It seemed that he had been awake for quite some time, but

had remained motionless.

Seeing me wake up, he looked at the attractive upward curve of my lips, “Awake? Hungry?”

I shook my head, yawned, and looked at him, asking, “How long do you plan to keep me like this?”

Seeing me ask this question as soon as I woke up, he slightly furrowed

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his brows, looking at me and said, “Tabatha, are you not happy being with me?”

I shook my head, perhaps due to just waking up, my voice was a bit hoarse, “If Ezra doesn’t leave, do

you plan to keep me locked up like this?”

He raised his hand and scratched my nose, then stood up and put on his pajamas, saying, “He can’t

leave anymore.”

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