"She... she didn''t tell me anything. Why didn''t L... why didn''t she say anything? Otherwise, I wouldn''t have given it away."


    Camille found this amusing. "You''re still ming her?"


    Dorian stood frozen in ce, the resentment he had built up against L over the past few days almost consuming him at that moment.


    Had he really been ming her?


    He med her for being thoughtless, med her for being unreasonable.


    Seeming to see through his thoughts, Camille let out a chuckle. "You me her for not telling you, but she was thinking that she shouldn''t tell you, that she couldn''t let you bear that burden. Why is that, Dorian?"


    He opened his mouth, but his throat was too dry to speak, and he could not utter a word.


    Camille answered for him, "Because she only wants your love to be open and selfless! Go look at her fingers; the scars from carving the beads are still there!


    "Have you never seen them? Have you ever asked about them?"


    Each question was like a rope pulling him into the abyss, and disbelief still lingered on his face.


    "Dorian, someone who betrays genuine feelings deserves to suffer!"


    Camille''s words fell heavily, each like a boulder crashing onto his heart, weighing him down to the point where he could hardly breathe.


    He suddenly remembered that when he had just woken up from that serious illness, L had been sitting in the hospital room with him, gently rubbing her knee when she had nothing else to do.


    At that time, he had asked her casually if she had hurt herself.


    She had just smiled and said she had been standing too long and needed to rest for a bit.


    L had made it sound so effortless that he hadn''t thought much of it.


    But she had been there day and night caring for him. How could she have had time to stand for long periods?


    Dorian''s face turned pale, and he felt his body sway uncontrobly.


    The person who had always considered himself extraordinary and aloof was now flustered. "Mrs. Foster, I..."


    Camille refused to look at him again, her gaze falling away.


    Just thinking of L made her eyes brim with tears. "You asked me why I rmended her and you to the same crew. That day, L came to me and firmly told me she wanted to break up with you and start a new life.


    "But I thought you had supported each other for so many years and hade this far. I wanted to give you another chance."


    "She told us all this because she didn''t want us to be disappointed in her!" Guilt washed over her features. "Dorian, the one who has always let us down, isn''t her. It''s you!"


    Dorian''s face turned pale from the shock. He clenched his fists tightly, barely managing to steady his emotions.


    So it turned out that L wasn''tining or seeking their help to force him to reconcile.


    She only wanted to inform Taylor that she intended to let go of the past and start a new life, didn''t she?


    Had she already decided to break up from the moment she brought it up?


    He had always thought that L was doing all this to possess him.


    To possess him as a person and im all his time.


    To achieve her goal, she resorted to underhanded tactics to pressure him, making him feel utterly repulsed.


    So he thought she was being unreasonable, even vicious.


    What on earth was he thinking?


    Upon hearing Camille mention the crew, it seemed he had grasped the crux of the matter.


    "Mrs. Foster, don''t lie to me! If she didn''t ask you for help but only told you about her decision to break up, why would L want to push Zara out of the crew?


    "Isn''t she still targeting Zara, jealous of her being by my side?"


    In an instant, he had rationalized his thoughts.