Chapter 175 The Weight of Sorrow
Years of repressed anguish, every injustice, every betrayal, every moment of despair, washed over Lauren like a tidal wave. She curled up in a ball, her body riven with sobs, the sound raw and guttural.
Felix stood silently behind her, his presence a silent vigil. His hand hovered just above her trembling shoulders, aching to offer comfort but hesitant. Words felt inadequate. How could mere speech soothe such a deep wound!
Instead, he stood still, a shadow at her back, letting her grief pour out unchecked.
Between shuddering breaths, her voice cracked like shattered glass.
“What did I ever do wrong? Why did they hate me so? They knew; they knew how much I wanted to belong… Was I really that
unlovable?”
Felix’s fingers curled into fists at his sides, the knuckles turning white. His reply was soft but unwavering.
“You are not the problem. You are loved. This was never
ver your fault.”
But Lauren, deaf to his words, continued to cry.
The door to the embroidery room was ajar Kate, Marilyn, and Anna lingered in the hallway, their eyes glistening with unshed tears. Even from the living room. Josh and Jeffrey jumped at the heartbreaking cries.
Josh’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. “Those bastard persons, he seethed. Without another word, he stormed out, the from door slamming behind him. Seconds later, the roar of the Maitrise’s engine split the air as the car pulled away, tires screeching.
Jeffrey, meanwhile, felt the weight of his own guilt like a noose. Memories of his past callousness toward Lauren. Every dismissive remark, every time he’d chosen Willow’s side, flashed through him. Shame burned sourly in his throat. Unable to stand the suffocating atmosphere, he fled, too.
Across town. Mia stood at the school gates, clutching a borrowed umbrella, her smile bright with anticipation.
The black Maitrise sped past, a blur of polished metal and tinted windows, its tires kicking up a spray of rainwater. Mia’s arm, raised in greeting, slowly dropped.
I recognized the license plate. Last night, the man in this car had promised to pick up the umbrella himself. Yet here he was, driving by without a second glance
Her smile turned to something colder.
Of course, rich men are all the same–arrogant, forgetful, and cruel.
But where another might have despaired, Mia’s spine straightened. A calculated gleam flickered in her eyes.
Arrogance made me easier to deceive
The Bennett family had laught me that much. After seeing what they’d done to Lauren, I’d learned it the hard way. Trust no one. yourself
Trust only
“Hang in there, Lauren, she vowed silently. “As soon as I’ve saved enough, I’m going to take you and Mom far away from Hoverdale. Somewhere where no one can hurt us again.”
She turned on her heel, her resolve hardening with each step.
Before Mia pushed the door, the ear–piercing laughter in the dormitory pierced through the thin door panel, like hardened steel needles piercing into the eardrums.
st went out; she definitely didn’t come back that fast. Let’s get it quick; don’t let that crazy woman find out.”
She just
“Obviously a nanny born little bitch, but also every day in front of us a high and mighty look; we have long looked at her, not good.”
Chapter 175 The Weight of Sorrow
“If you don’t say poor people have a rotten life, she is really not afraid of death; what can we do with her?”
“This is the most hateful, she can’t move her, take her toothbrush to brush the toilet, hahahaha!”
“Then 111 wipe my feet with her towel”
“I filled her shampoo with toilet water
Word for word, it’s all full of malice.
