Elaine's lips quivered. She choked out a grotesque smile, saying, "You bought them for her. You bought them for her!"

She repeated the words like a mad mantra as she erupted into wild laughter.

In that moment, the harsh reality finally penetrated her delusions all at once.

While she had faced Mark's mercilessness, Cecilia had received all of his affection.

Taking a few shaky steps back, Elaine was filled with regret.

How she now missed Chandler, a man from a modest background, who had been genuinely good to her. He had always given her everything she asked for with hesitation.

And yet, in her obsession with Mark, she had actually believed he might love her in return.

Finally, she mustered the courage to ask, "Mr. Evans, is it that you despise me, or are you simply devoted to her alone?"

As the setting sun cast its glow on Mark, he looked dazzling.

As the car door closed, his voice emerged slowly, “She is the person I am fated to be with."

Even if Cecilia was not good enough; even if she couldn't do anything; as long as she wanted him, he felt like he possessed the entire world.

Love was eternally irrational. It was beautifully straightforward, free from an abundance of rules.

Elaine was stunned.

Those men accepted the money and executed Mark's instructions without hesitation.

Following Elaine's departure from the country, she would spend the remainder of her life in a psychiatric hospital.

This incident had a mild impact on Mark's mood, but he remained determined to orchestrate a surprise for Cecilia tonight.

During the day, Rena had summoned Cecilia to her place, and Edwin and Olivia were left at home with the servants.

Mark then arrived, giving the servants the evening off.

Although hesitant, one of the servants spoke her mind.

"Mr. Evans, we earn a decent salary. We shouldn't neglect our duties."