Isabel had hoped Lyman would stay with her, maybe at least offer a few words of comfort. But his manner remained distant and cold as ever.
“Lyman, could you… could you stay with me for a little while?” Her voice trembled with a pleading note, her eyes full of expectation.
Lyman’s expression didn’t waver. His tone stayed as detached as before.
“I have things to take care of. The security team will be here soon, so you don’t need to worry.”
With that, he turned to leave.
Panic flashed in Isabel’s eyes. She hurried forward and grabbed his sleeve.
“Lyman, I… I’m really scared. Can you just—”
He stopped, glancing down at her hand. There was a trace of impatience in his voice. “Isabel, that’s enough.”
Her hand trembled, and she let go of his sleeve.
Color drained from Isabel’s face. Disappointment and hurt flickered in her eyes.
Lyman didn’t look back. He walked straight out of the room.
Carole quickly came over to comfort her.
“Isabel, Mr. Etheridge already arranged for security. Try not to worry, alright?”
But Isabel didn’t seem to hear her at all. She just stared blankly at the spot where Lyman had disappeared, silent tears slipping down her cheeks.
“Why… why is he always like this…” she whispered bitterly.
Carole sighed and lightly patted her shoulder.
“Try not to think about it too much. Just get some rest, okay?”
Isabel didn’t answer. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.
If that’s how it is, she thought grimly, then don’t blame me.
Effie, do you really think you’ve won?
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