"Sit tight, I'll push you again, and you'll swing high."
"Forget it." Faye Townsend quickly stood up and stepped aside: "If you want to swing, do it yourself."
She walked over to the white chair nearby and sat down.
Hunter Warren also laughed as he walked over and sat down: "Why aren't you going inside to eat?
Oliver Turner came by, and now you're stressed?"
Faye was annoyed: "You have the nerve to ask, it's all because of your own decisions that I feel so guilty towards Oliver Turner."
"You're not marrying him, so why feel sorry for him."
"Because he's my friend, and you're his rival."
"But I'm your husband.
Besides, strictly speaking, we wouldn't count as rivals.
Before you came along, even though he and I both were prominent in Anchester, we never interfered with each other.
It was you... that made him cross the line."
"Whether he crossed the line or not isn't up to you to say, because I was the one who actively sought his help, so he's indeed my benefactor."
