Chapter 6
Hearing her words, Philip’s expression immediately darkens.
He doesn’t waste any more time arguing with Lydia. He pushes her aside and heads for the door.
Lydia becomes almost frantic with rage, rushing forward to grab Philip’s collar tightly.
She points to her swollen, beaten face and shouts angrily: “She did this to me, and you’re just going to forgive her that easily?”
“She’s my wife.” Philip glances at the bruises on Lydia’s face, his tone light: “If you and your friends hadn’t repeatedly provoked her, why would she have hit you?”
Lydia’s mind goes blank, as if she can’t believe what she’s hearing.
Where is the Philip who once supported her unconditionally?
rears well up in her eyes, her voice choking with grievance: “You’ve changed… you weren’t like this before.”
In the past, they wouldn’t have cared about reasons–because she was everything.
But now, while Philip and James’s attitudes still lean toward her, their actions consistently side with another woman!
Lydia grits her teeth.
Before eighteen, Lydia was New York high society’s darling, never having to worry about her future.
However, after eighteen, her world completely collapsed. Those who once surrounded her even climbed over her fallen body o rise higher.
If it wasn’t meant to be hers, why did they let her have it once?
since they gave it to her before, why couldn’t they give it to her forever!
She doesn’t understand, and she refuses to accept it.
Years of resentment burn like flames in Lydia’s heart. At this moment, she finally unleashes all her emotions.
Philip sneers: “You think you’re unlucky? What about Clara? Isn’t she unlucky too?”
“Everything that rightfully belonged to her was stolen by your shameless adoptive parents. She suffered needlessly for eighteen years.”
“You enjoyed eighteen years living like an ‘Upper East Side socialite.‘ Not only are you ungrateful, you harbor resentment.”
Philip carefully recalls the past few years, finding everything increasingly ridiculous.
So what if you’re bitter? When you left with that race car driver, you took seven million dollars from me. I was generous enough to you.”
“I loved you once–so what? I fell in love with Clara too. You’re not as important as you think you are, and I-”
Before he can finish, Philip stops when he sees Lydia’s tear–streaked face.
Philip turns away, roughly tugging at his tie.
James wearily rubs his face, pulls Lydia close, and gently holds her.
“Lydia, you need to grow up. No one will tolerate you forever. Everyone’s patience has limits.”
Lydia remains angry: “Why? Why won’t you just admit you’ve changed? Obviously-”
James interrupts her: “There’s no ‘why.‘ Changed or not, nobody owes you anything. There’s no rule saying people can’t change–haven’t you changed too?”
“You’ve become more and more selfish, full of lies. I barely recognize you anymore, but I still treat you like a sister.”
“But people can’t live in the past forever, and they can’t be trapped by their own hatred forever.”
James looks deeply into Lydia’s eyes, hoping this sister he’s cherished for eighteen years can understand his intentions.
But he’s disappointed.
Lydia just stares at him coldly.
She mocks: “Don’t lecture me! I only believe what I see. You favor that bitch Clara–just say it outright! I always knew your
so–called kindness was fake!”
She shouts hysterically: “Fine! If you go looking for her today, don’t ever come looking for me again!”
Her voice echoes throughout the entire estate.
Philip laughs coldly and pushes her away without hesitation.
James is also completely disappointed. He sighs, turns around, and follows Philip out.
Lydia stands frozen in place. By the time she comes to her senses, both men have vanished without a trace.
