The lady of the "Capen family", in terms of identity and status, could definitely be called a princess.
And now she has become a cheap prostitute in an ordinary tavern?
Tracy Garcia felt soft-hearted and somewhat sad, as if she should do something, but didn't know what to do, "Ah... so should we...?"
Leonard Churchill shook his head and interrupted, "No need. Everyone has their own destiny. She probably doesn't want to meet people who once knew her."
War has always been cruel; this is just a small glimpse of countless tragic fates on the battlefield.
As he spoke, his gaze had already retracted, and a thread of cause and effect had extended in his mind.
At that moment, the bartender served the drinks.
"Cheers."
"Yes, it's been a long time since we had a drink together. Cheers."
"..."
The three clinked their glasses, drank, and chatted.
...
Outside the window on Downing Street, the streets were crowded with people.
