Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone With The Money

Chapter 615

Matthew did not show any signs of anger. Instead, he seemed to think that not only was Joshua a great actor, but he was also quick–witted. If it had not been for his past hurtful actions toward Cynthia, Matthew would have actually admired him.

Joshua set down the spoon in his left hand, his voice and gaze betraying no flaws. “I’ve summarized The Pilgrims‘ Progress Can you forgive me for my past mistakes?”

“Of course. Admitting your mistakes and correcting them makes you a good child,” Matthew responded calmly.

Joshua did not really care about that.

He just looked at Cynthia excitedly, with a bit of a coquettish tone, “Cynthia, he has forgiven me. Are you still mad at me?

“Not mad. Remember what I told you though. You cannot lie or falsely accuse anyone ever again. Understand?” Cynthia replied gently, her eyes soft yet complex.

Joshua nodded. “Yes.”

“Good”

“Cynthia.”

“Yes?”

“Actually, I lied to you about something else.” Joshua’s gaze darkened slightly, and he hesitated, looking at her.

Cynthia did not rush to accuse him but merely asked, “What is it?”

“Can we talk about it somewhere else? It’s about you. I don’t want him to know.” Joshua’s voice was low as he looked down, but his hand reached out to grasp Cynthia’s

Cynthia glanced at Matthew.

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In his view, all that mattered was Cynthia. If Joshua were willing to confess, it would lessen the potential harm to Cynthia. As long as he did not do anything to harm her, Matthew would not interfere.

Cynthia took Joshua back to their place.

Seeing Joshua maintaining his repentant appearance, she sat down with him on the couch and asked directly, “What is it?”

“I’m afraid if I tell you, you’ll hate me,” Joshua mumbled, his voice much softer than before.

“As long as you’re honest, I won’t hate or blame you. Go ahead,” Cynthia said candidly, hoping that Joshua would improve.

“Really?”

“Yes,”

Joshua bowed his head, not daring to meet Cynthia’s eyes, and confessed in a muffled voice, “Actually… the person who responded to your message the other day wasn’t Yoel. It was me.”

The unexpected confession from Joshua had Cynthia momentarily perplexed. “When?” she asked,

“Yesterday,” Joshua replied, attempting to appear as innocent as possible.

“Cynthia began to recall. She quickly remembered her conversation with Yoel.

“He explained our relationship to me. I now know how much I’ve wronged you in the past, and I’m sorry, Cynthia,” Joshua confessed, proving his intelligence. A shimmering tear surfaced in his eyes as he uttered, “Cynthia, I’m sorry.”

Soon, a single tear streaked down his cheek, landing on his hand, Cynthia was taken aback.

ore she could react, Joshua started subbing in her embrace. His shoulders shuddered with each heart– wrenching sob. “I’m sorry,” he repeated between subs.

Feeling each teardrop that Joshua left on her hand, Cynthia found her alienation melting away. She knew that the crying man before her was not the mature, memory–filled Josina. However, seeing him cry like this, she could not help but want to comfort him. This man, she felt, awed her nothing anymore.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. If you’re apologizing for hiding the truth, there’s no need, you’ve been honest now. If you’re apologizing for the things you did in the past, there’s no need for that either. The past is the past,” Cynthia comforted him, patting his shoulder as if he were her younger brother.

Their past was just a divorce, a single act of betrayal,