Chapter 109
Author: Aster_Pheonix
last update2024-06-30 23:43:01

After being shocked, Eva immediately said, “W-what are you doing? Hurry and get up!”

“No.” Eric continued kneeling on the ground, hanging his head low to hide the humiliation and indignation in his eyes. However, his voice was full of misery. “Eric, believe me. I really want to apologize to you and beg for your forgiveness! Now the Carters’ situation is getting worse day by day. Reaching a cooperation agreement with the Cross Corporation is really very important to us. Please give us a way out on account that we used to be a family! If you don’t agree, I’d rather die here!”

Eric forced himself to cry, and his eyes turned red.

Eva clenched her jaw, feeling extremely uneasy about Eric’s apology because she wasn’t used to seeing him lower his pride. She had already given up on the Carters, but Bryce’s behavior made her hesitant as she wondered if they were really willing to change.

It was not that his words had touched her, but the Carters were the ones who raised her after all,
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