17
Darlena caused a scene for quite some time before being forcibly escorted out by the security guards. She wailed all the way out.
Fraser looked nervously at Mirabel “…”
“Don’t say anything.” Mirabel stood up and walked out of the private room. “just hearing your voice disgusts me right now.”
Traser’s face was filled with panic and despair, eently mirroring Darlena’s expression as she was dragged away.
That night, Mirabel didn’t go home. Fraser eventually found her by the riverside.
“it’s cold out here. Let’s… go home,”
“Home? There’s no home between us,” Mirabel said as she gazed at the moonlight reflected on the river. “Fraser, I’m begging you, leave me alone. Have some mercy and stop tomsenting me. For this so–called love, I’ve nearly lost half my life. What more do you want? Do I have to die for you to let me go?”
Fraser’s eyes instantly reddened, and his lips trembled. “Mirabel…”
“Fraser, give me a way out. If I have to face you for the rest of my life, I’d rather jump in here and end it cleanly.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Fraser rushed to embrace her, crying bitterly. “It’s all my fault! But… I can’t let you go. I can’t live without you!
Mirabel looked at him for a long time before letting out a cold laugh and pushing him away.
“You keep saying you love me, but all you think about is yourself.”
She turned to leave but suddenly received a call from Keely.
“Baby, I’ve got news. Your old phone number was deactivated, so the hospital couldn’t reach you. They called me instead. Your birth mother… she’s critically ill and wants to see you one last time.”
Mirabel froze inplace.
Even though she knew returning to her home country would put her at risk of being controlled by Fraser’s influence, she still decided to push back overnight. Fraser and Aston went with her.
Mirabel hadn’t seen her mother in over a decade. Her memories of her mother were stuck in her childhood, a time when her mother was always beaten, perpetually hungry, and as frail as a walking skeleton.
Now, standing outside the hospital room, she hesitated to push the door open.
“Mirabel, I’ll go in with you,” Fraser said gently, holding her hand.
“Get lost,” Mirabel pushed him away. “Stay out here. You’re not coming in.”
She opened the door and entered.
Hearing the sound of her approaching footsteps, her mother strained to open her eyes. “You’re here… I don’t really have anything else to say, I just want to thank you.”
Mirabel stared at her in silence. She had never needed her mother’s gratitude, only her freedom
“You don’t need to thank me. Saving you was saving myself.
