Inside the room, tears welled up in the woman''s eyes, spilling over as she
mped a hand over her mouth to stifle any sound. It took her a while to regain herposure, feeling like she was on the verge of suffocating.
The door opened a crack.
Forrest stepped back slightly, sliding his jacket through the gap.
M reached out to take it, but hesitated when she saw the pristine fabric. "It''s dirty," she murmured, pulling her hand back.
She was covered in blood, and the jacket was so immactely white.
"You know it doesn''t matter," Forrest replied softly, gently pushing the jacket further inside, his gaze never once venturing past the threshold.
M hesitated for a moment, then epted the offer. She carefully wrapped the jacket around herself, letting it hide the mess she was in. Once covered, she took a deep breath, opened the door wider, and faced the man outside.
They stood in silence for a long moment.
It had been such a long time since theyst saw each other, and their parting had been painfully dramatic. This unexpected reunion felt surreal. Unable to hold his gaze for more than a second, M instinctively looked away.
Forrest, however, suddenly stepped forward. M instinctively stepped back, surprised when he knelt in front of her.
"Your belt is untied," he said gently, untying the hastily knotted belt and retying it into a neat bow.
After finishing, he stood up, took a step back, and extended his arm with a warm smile. His eyes were filled with the same gentle calm they always had, as if no time had passed between them.
"Let''s go," he said.
M hesitated, then lightly ced her hand on his arm.
Together, they walked out of the bedroom, making their way downstairs through the crowd. Just then, Harper rushed toward them.
"Ma''am, you can''t leave!" Harper cried.
Before she could reach M, security had already restrained her, leaving her helplessly watching as M walked away with another man.
Once they left, Harper hurried to call Leonard. This situation was beyond her control.
Leonard was pacing in front of the emergency room when he received the call, momentarily bewildered.
Though he had seen his share of crises and had a premonition about this one, he remained calm. After hanging up, he immediately arranged for someone to follow the car M left in. He also contacted the airport authorities, asking them to keep an eye out.
The priority was to keep track of M''s whereabouts. As long as she remained within the country, no one would be able to stir up trouble.
He just hoped that when the boss woke up, he would stay calm and not do anything rash. The situation was giving Leonard a rare headache.
Why did Forrest have to choose this moment to return, as if he''d nned it all along, striking at the heart of things just when the boss was swamped with problems?
This was bound to cause a major upheaval.
Meanwhile, Giselle was also waiting outside the emergency room, tears streaming down her face non-stop, crying andining.
"How could M be so heartless?" shemented. "Even if Lysander didn''t treat her well, she shouldn''t have been so cruel. He''s the head of the family!"
"If anything happens to Lysander, can she bear the responsibility?"
Her sobs grew more intense, and those who were Lysander''s close friends also shared her anger, carefully consoling Giselle.
"Don''t worry, Giselle. Once things settle down here, we''ll make sure she pays."
"We won''t let her get away with this!"
"Back then, Lysander only married her because she begged for it! She should consider herself lucky, something she could never have dreamed of achieving. And yet, she dared to treat Lysander like this!"
"What kind of wife is she? Instead of being supportive and projecting a good image, she even hit him."
"I heard she lost her job at that bank or whatever because shecked skills. Now she''s unemployed andpletely dependent on Lysander, without a clue about her own situation."
"After all these years, she still can''t hold a candle to Giselle..."
"When Lysander wakes up, he should realize that Giselle is the better match for him."
"He should have divorced her long ago..."