Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 237: Chapter 237

As if she had made a firm decision, she looked at me with unshed tears shimmering in her eyes and said, "Since I started all this, I'll take full responsibility. I know Shirley still has doubts about Quinn. I'll go to her and tell her everything.
My frown deepened, my thoughts a mess, and my heart felt like it had been tipped over—an overwhelming mix of emotions.
June looked at York and smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, but this is all I can do. From now on, we probably can't be together again," she said.
From the moment we entered, York had been quietly watching us from the side. After June finished speaking, his expression grew even frostier.
York narrowed his eyes, stared deeply at June, and then said softly, "I respect your choice."
June snatched a coat from the sofa, wrapped it tightly around herself, and made for the door. I stopped her and asked with displeasure, "Where are you going?"
June said with determination, "I'm going to make things clear to Shirley." True to her word, she immediately set out to see Shirley.
I suddenly recalled what York had reminded me of that night. June was not the real culprit. The one truly responsible for Mary's death was Ben.
Ben had already been severely punished, and Shirley was at her most vulnerable right now. Must I choose this moment to reopen her wounds to clear Quinn's name?
York was right. Shirley had barely managed to pull herself out of grief over Mary's death. The last thing I wanted was to see Shirley lost in grief all over again.
"No need," I blocked the doorway, fixing my gaze on her, and said with a hoarse voice. "Miss. Vance, my Grandma is already gone. I can't bear to see my mother hurt again. Please don't ever bring this up to her."
June froze and hesitated for a moment. Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something.
York suddenly strode over to me, grasped my wrist, and pulled open the door. "Since you've made your decision, we should go now," he said.
June's delicate body suddenly stiffened, her feet frozen in place. I saw her parted lips move slightly, silently mouthing, "York..."
York either did not hear her or simply did not care. Without even saying "goodbye," he took my hand and quickly led me out of the apartment. It was not until we got in the car that my emotions gradually settled.
Leaning back in my seat with my eyes closed, I quietly asked York, "Did I do the right thing?"
York said meaningfully, "There's no right or wrong. Everyone should take responsibility for their actions. It's the same for you and her. Life is nothing but making choices endlessly."
Life was about making choices endlessly. I chose to let June continue to keep the secret and shield Shirley from harm. At the same time, I chose to forgo the opportunity to clear Quinn's name.
It seemed we could not have it both ways in life. I suddenly opened my eyes and asked York, "York, what's your choice?"
York kept his eyes on the road, focused on driving. His profile was sharp and cold as he said casually, "I'm single again now."
"You never really have to choose," I sighed. "You're more level-headed than I am. You know very well that June wasn't responsible for Grandma's death, so you don't blame her. The only reason you broke up with her is that you just don't love her."
I could not tell if I was feeling sorry for June or if I was simply projecting my own experiences onto her. With a sigh, I said, "When a man doesn't love a woman, no matter how many tears she sheds, he can still turn a blind eye."