Meanwhile, Hana's face turned as white as a sheet.

It did not take a genius to understand what Laura was implying.

“Look at you. You want to keep me, but you can't avenge me. What am I going to do with a man who can't protect me? Are you an ornament on the table meant for me to look at?"

Laura was aware it was Hana who had hurt her. However, she taunted Forrest, manipulating him into letting her go.

Forrest couldn't find an answer.

Could he really send his mother to prison?

Laura pushed him away, her expression filled with sarcasm.

Without another word, she stormed out of the room.

Forrest stood still, torn between his loyalty to his mother and his feelings for Laura.

On one side was his mother, and on the other was the woman he liked.

How was he supposed to choose?

At that moment, Hana realized how terribly wrong she had been.

It was because of her that her son was now so passive.

“What if I apologize to her?" she asked, feeling remorseful.

"You nearly killed her. You should at least show some remorse, you know?"

"What? Do you want me to die for it?"

Forrest paused for a brief moment and advised, “Try your best to make up for it next time."

"Fine."

Forrest took a deep breath and stepped out. He needed to find Laura again.

At last, Camila had woken from her coma.