WantNovelChapter 390
"Coward! Why wouldn't you answer my questions from last time?"
Scarlett's eyes reddened. She'd been uncomfortable ever since that night, trying to figure out
Steven's true feelings but getting nowhere.
Lost in thought, she'd wandered into St. Ritz.
"Scarlett, it's not that I didn't want to answer. | just didn't know how," Steven said dejectedly,
placing a cup of water in front of her.
Scarlett pressed on. "Why did you suddenly show up that night tellingto break up with him?"
Steven's fingers trembled. "Because we've already... it means you're mine, and I'm yours."
"So do you like me?"
Steven looked up sharply, startled by her question, unsure how to respond.
Scarlett shook her head. "I'll ask again - are you saying these things out of obligation, or because you actually
like me?"
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Steven remained silent for a long while.
Just as Scarlett was about to give up, he finally spoke.
"Scarlett, don't go. I'm not sure if what I'm feeling counts as love, but when | can't see you, | keep wondering
what you're doing. Every night when | can't sleep, | think about you. But whenever | see you, all the words I've
planned just disappear," Steven said urgently.
Scarlett nodded, understanding. Steven looked at her earnestly and said softly, "Listen, | really do like you."
"What did you say?" Scarlett's eyes widened, clearly caught off guard.
Steven patiently repeated, his voice gentle, "I said, | like you."
"This is so embarrassing!" Scarlett covered her face, feeling it burn red, and quickly fled from St. Ritz.
This time, it was Steven's turn to watch helplessly as she disappeared into the distance.
He gave a bitter smile, unsure whether she was just shy or actually rejecting him.
In the mental hospital, Lucy no longer carried the arrogance she once had. It seemed something had profoundly
shaken her.
The reason was simple: the words her mum had said to her.
Now, she huddled in a corner. Previously, she would nitpick over every dish she ordered, complaining about the
flavors. But now, she had withdrawn completely.
She couldn't cto terms with the fact that her own mother would do this to her, that the woman who birthed
and doted her would push her into such a pit of despair.
She had always been loved and cherished, yet this time, because Charlotte was pregnant, her
mother decided to make her the scapegoat.
That was her mother! The realization hit her like a physical blow, leaving her gasping for air from
the crushing pain.
But no matter how much it hurt, her mother had left. Neither her brother James nor her mother
would ever cback for her. If she wanted to leave this wretched place, there was only one way.
That night, the hospital was eerily silent. The nurses had given everyone sleeping pills, ensuring an
unusual calm.
Lucy reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bottle of pills she had stolen from a nurse's
pocket during their shift.
It was a full bottle of sleeping pills. She poured them all out into her palm, the tablets spilling
across the table in front of her.
She didn't want to end things in a gruesome, violent way. She didn't want to push her mother using
this method.
The small pills glinted under the dim light as she grabbed a handful and stuffed them into her
mouth.
This time, she believed her mother would feel regret-true, unbearable regret.
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