Tears streamed down her cheeks, yet she remained meek. It was reminiscent of every instance she had been mistreated, enduring the pain in silence.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

She lifted her head to meet the enraged gaze of the man before her, his anger palpable.

In a daze, Laura managed a fragile smile.

Indeed, he was such an amazing man. How could someone like him ever have feelings for her?

She had never truly felt wanted. Except for Peter and Lina, no one had ever wanted her.

After a prolonged silence, she shifted her cold feet and whispered, “I don't want your house or your money."

"Fine."

Edwin's voice was colder than the night. Then he opened the car door and climbed inside.

Chris entered the car with Edwin, his body trembling from shock.

As the car's engine roared to life, Laura initially shifted to the side but then remained frozen there.

She stood in quiet solitude, her eyes fixed on the black limousine as it gradually receded from her view, slowly fading from her life.

Just as it had happened every time.

There was no exception.

ALL that she yearned for, all that she hoped to cherish, and all that she desired would only come by her.

She had never gotten any of it, not once.

Not once. Not even once.

Inside the black Rolls-Royce.

Chris drove in silence and refrained from uttering a word, despite feeling sympathy for Laura's pitiable appearance.

Edwin sat in the back seat.