No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1598: About the Past

He had never understood Hannah’s past, only pieced together a vague notion of it from the bits and pieces he heard from others.

But the experiences concerning Hannah and the events that happened were foreign to him, unknown.

Hannah didn’t speak of them, and he never took the initiative to ask.

Yet today, watching her skillfully organize the post-battle operations, he was suddenly struck by an illusory feeling of great distance from her.

Just like looking up at the bright moon and stars in the sky, you can feel their brilliant light and know they are always there, but you can never touch them.

Hannah rested her face on the back of her hand, turning her head to meet Arnold Simmons’s gaze, smiling, "Do you want to know?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Arnold Simmons was slightly stunned.

She continued: "To know about my past."

Arnold Simmons finally responded, in a low voice, "If you want to talk about it."

Hannah’s eyes and brows softened slightly, her voice becoming gentle and soft, "Then come a bit closer."

There was still the distance of one person between them.

Arnold Simmons moved halfway closer to the left, and for the remaining half, Hannah moved herself closer, pressing against his arm, and even leaning her head towards it.

She seemed to exhale lightly, her whole demeanor relaxing. She cast her eyes downward, looking at her hand held by Arnold Simmons, her smile faint, her voice distant.

"Actually, the target of my revenge is my father."

As if sensing something, Hannah looked up, meeting Arnold Simmons’s gaze.

After a moment, she lowered her gaze, tugged the corner of her lips in a light laugh, as if in self-mockery.

"My father betrayed my mother, and he betrayed my planet. He destroyed everything in Southport, but my mother still thought of him, loved him until the very last moment..."

Perhaps knowing that such feelings were doomed to never be reciprocated, she poured all of herself into her only daughter, Hannah.

"You need to go find your father."

"Hannah, go find your father, look for him."

"You have to believe in him, he is your father, never betray or hurt him."

Even now, Hannah could not comprehend what kind of emotion that was.

Why is it that those who betray first in a relationship can easily be forgiven, while the betrayed are left in pain, numbing themselves with memories?

Why love like a treasure even after being abandoned, betrayed?

Why can’t one be more resolute?

Hannah stared intently into the depths of the desert, where there was darkness, a cool breeze, and desolation.

"Arnold Simmons, they all really hate me."

The wind rolled the withered roots gently across the desert, with the crackling sound of a campfire behind and dim starlight above.

Her voice was faint, but her eyes held the starlight, concealing the mystery and danger of the night.

"Who?" Arnold Simmons asked.

He raised his hand, tucking Hannah’s hair, disheveled by the wind, behind her ear, not urging her, just quietly listening to her story.

"Many people." When saying this, Hannah was somewhat indignant, yet somewhat happy. She tilted her head, leaned on Arnold Simmons’s shoulder, and then began to count on her fingers.

"My father really hates me, the royal family hates me, my nominal sister hates me, her mother also hates me, and..."

Her voice suddenly grew softer towards the end.

She looked up at the starry sky, "And my mother."

During those days when that man left...