too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian) novel Chapter 422

After losing her parents, the young girl was bullied in the orphanage before being taken in by the Morgan family.

She often sat alone under the peach blossom tree, but every member of the Morgan family had accompanied her there at some point.

Lila didn't know how long she had been walking. Her legs were numb, and her feet ached terribly. The snow was high enough to cover her shoes entirely.

Looking up, she realized she had arrived at the house where her parents had once lived. The house had never been sold, though she had never returned to live there either.

Lila gazed upward briefly before stepping into the residential area.

The fingerprint lock no longer recognized her, so she used the passcode to unlock the door.

The house had been unoccupied for years. As soon as she opened the door, she was greeted by a stale and musty odor.

Lila fumbled to find the main power switch, but perhaps the bulbs or wiring was faulty, so the room remained in darkness.

Unbothered, she felt her way to the bedroom.

At one point, she tripped on something and nearly fell. Her leg throbbed from the pain, but she continued moving forward with a frown.

She lifted the dusty sheet that covered the bed. Without bothering to check if it was clean, Lila simply lay down.

It was freezing in the house, and she slowly curled into a ball.

Closing her eyes, however, didn't bring her memories of her parents. Instead, images of her time with the Morgan family came to mind, especially moments with Kieran.

Him being pulled by Noah to play, but never showing any impatience.

Playing games, building snowmen...

He had sat with her in the courtyard, arranged for a swing to be built for her, and selected clothes for all four seasons for her.

During their honeymoon, he held her in his arms as they gazed out at the calm sea.

In those moments, it felt as if they were the only two people in the world.

Lila realized she had truly fallen for Kieran… at the worst possible time.

Downstairs, Kieran was gazing upward in the pitch-black room, the darkness reflective of his mood.

The clock hands slowly moved toward midnight.