Her heart was filled with hatred for Melanie and for Darren.
Meanwhile, Darren was pierced by the intensity of her gaze.
"Darren, what should we do..." Melanie grabbed his shirt and collapsed weakly, gasping for breath.
"I... I feel so unwell, my heart hurts... Darren, I'm scared..."
After saying that, Melanie fainted in his arms.
"Melanie!" Darren panickedly lifted her up and quickly started walking toward the door.
As he took a step, his peripheral vision caught sight of Laura, who stood silently and a surge of unexplained anger rose in his chest.
Then he ordered the servant, "Get someone to take her out and have her kneel and reflect! She can come back only when she admits her mistake!"
As he passed by, noticing the others hadn’t moved, he frowned and scolded, "This is the Bill Family! If you don't want to work, then leave!"
The other servants dared not breathe, fearful of causing trouble.
Two male servants quickly dragged Laura outside.
The blood on her palms was dragged all the way and no matter how she struggled, the servants were indifferent. In the end, she could only roar and curse in pain.
"I'm not wrong! I won't go! Darren! I hate you!"
Darren trembled while holding Melanie's body. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't stop. Instead, he held Melanie and rushed into the rain, getting into the car.
Laura was pressed down by two servants, forced to kneel in the rain. The large raindrops poured down relentlessly, hitting her body.
Her knees sank into the cold rainwater as she lowered her head, staring at the doll in her hands.
The last bit of dirt, soaked by the rain, had turned into a yellowish mud. It slipped through her fingers and carried away the final remnants of her hope.
Laura knelt in the muddy water, her eyes hollow and devoid of emotion, not even hatred remained.
She simply stared blankly at the car disappearing from her view, neither crying nor making a scene. Her body slowly sank lower and lower.
The servant beside her couldn't bear to watch any longer and kindly tried to persuade her.
"Miss Marsh, it's too cold out here. Just admit your mistake and go back. If you kneel for so long, how can your body handle it?"
The rain soaked her hair and her clothes clung tightly to her body.
Her eyes were vacant and lifeless, repeatedly muttering to herself, "I'm not wrong... I won't admit my mistake, why should I admit my mistake?"
"But... in the past, when something went wrong, you would admit your mistake first. Miss, don't be so stubborn. Just apologize, like you used to. Wait for Mr. Bill to come back, everything will be fine. There's no lingering grudge between you two."
Laura lowered her head, reflecting on everything from the past.
Every time she and Darren argued, it was always her who softened first, even though those things weren’t her fault.
But she felt that her conversations with her mother had made Darren insecure about love.
So, she was willing to be the one to bow down. She was willing to compromise countless times for him, just to repeatedly confirm to him that she truly loved him.
But now, Melanie had been dating him for just three months before cheating and going abroad. Yet, Darren still loved her just the same.
Laura tugged at the corners of her lips, but she couldn't force a smile.
She only felt a sharp, sour pain in her throat, a sense of agony, as if everything was pointless.
What was she even pursuing? Love? But had Darren ever truly loved her?
Laura looked up at the overcast sky, her tears mixing with the rain, slowly eroding the last remnants of her love.
