CHAPTER 89: CHAPTER 89: FAIR OR UNFAIR

Laura Yates wiped her tears and thought for a moment: "It was a middle-aged man, claiming to be Mrs. Harper’s lawyer from France. But he didn’t know what you looked like; at the time, Clara said she was you and he believed it, later on, there should’ve been some contract stuff to give you. While opening that file bag, your photo fell out, he noticed something was off and immediately packed up his things and left."

Florence Fuller looked at her with a somber gaze: "You’re truly a good mother to Clara."

"It’s all my fault, Florence." Laura’s eyes were red: "I know it’s too late to regret now, but I really don’t know what to do if you don’t care about me. Should I... should I just go die... sob sob..."

Florence’s tone was cold: "Are you threatening me?"

"But I really can’t do anything... only... only by dying everything will be over, a relief." Laura cried out.

"Fine." Florence looked at her: "I’ll have Clara collect your body."

Laura’s sobbing paused, looking at Florence in disbelief, not seeing even a trace of softness or pity in her eyes.

She seemed utterly indifferent to her own mother’s death.

She suddenly thought of Amelia Linney staying at SJ Hospital.

Laura looked at Florence: "If... if I were Amelia... would you... would you also be indifferent to her death?"

Florence smirked, her contemptuous smile deeply piercing Laura, and her words inflicted a dull pain in Laura’s heart.

"You can’t compare to her."

Laura couldn’t even cry anymore.

"You have two options now." Florence’s face was resolute: "First, divorce. Second, continue being Mrs. Fuller."

"Divorce..." she mumbled: "After divorcing... what should I do..."

She looked at Florence.

Florence’s gaze fell on the entrance, not knowing how long that person had been watching. She glanced once, then turned to Laura: "That’s your own business."

"Consider it carefully and inform me within these two days, or the offer’s void." Florence took her bag and walked out.

Laura wanted to catch up and grip her, only to find Luke standing at the entrance. She was stunned, not knowing when he appeared or how much of the conversation he heard.

Florence brushed past Luke without the slightest intention of stopping, and Luke followed her out of the room, quickly stepping in front of her.

Florence tried to bypass him, but he blocked her again.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Where are you going?" he inquired.

"None of your business." Florence raised her eyes: "Move."

Luke looked at her with a deep, dark gaze: "You don’t regard me at all, do you? On your birthday that night, I waited for you all night, and you didn’t even respond."

Florence frowned: "Why were you waiting for me!"

Luke looked at her, the two silently staring at each other.

Florence withdrew her gaze and bypassed him to leave, Luke grabbed her hand: "What, not even the patience to talk to me anymore."

"What exactly do you want?" Florence tugged her hand, but Luke didn’t loosen his grip a bit.

Luke spoke grimly, "Once the Fuller Clan’s matter is settled, come back to SJ with me immediately."

"With you?" Florence looked at him: "If I want to go back, I’ll go back myself."

"Go back by yourself?" Luke stepped closer: "Then when are you going back, I’ll go with you."

Florence knitted her brows and stepped back: "Stay away from me."

Seeing this, Luke took a step forward with every step she took back, until she had no way to retreat and was backed against the wall. He bent down to get closer to Florence: "That night... where were you?"

"Do I need to explain to you?" Florence suddenly pushed him away forcefully, Luke stumbled a few steps, his gaze on her was obscure and unclear.

"Luke, I never meddled in your affairs, have I? Since everyone is doing fine on their own, I hope you won’t come and disturb me either."

A sorrowful look appeared in Luke’s eyes, he wanted to say something but didn’t know what to say, eventually taking out a brocade box he always carried and handed it to her.

Florence didn’t move.

"I waited for you all night, just to give you this."

Florence took it, opened it and had a look; it was an exquisite jade necklace.

Luke didn’t blink while watching her expression, and at this moment he was a bit nervous about whether she liked this necklace.

But the next moment, Florence closed the box and handed it back to him: "Don’t make it sound so tragic, Luke. You came to Cloudsea City on your own, and it was your decision to wait, I never agreed to any of your requests, did I?"

Luke was first taken aback, then laughed, a laugh full of mockery: "You mean... I brought it on myself?"

Florence looked at him.

A huge sense of frustration instantly swept over Luke, he looked at her, dazed, unable to speak.

No one had ever disregarded him like this before... it was all self-inflicted...

Seeing him not taking it, Florence directly grabbed his hand and forced it back to him: "Use it to coax someone else, I don’t like this thing."

"Is it that you don’t like it or you don’t like the person who gave it?" Luke tightened his grip on the box: "Who is that man with the surname Harper?"

He did hear Florence’s earlier conversation with Laura.

So it turns out before she was forced into a marriage with the Fuller family, she had someone she loved.

"It’s none of your business."

"You’re divorcing me for him." Luke sneered: "Is this man so great that he still lingers in your mind today?"

"Yes!" Florence answered without hesitation: "I’ve never forgotten him."

Her earnest expression and gaze, with not a hint of pretense, deeply hurt Luke’s heart.

Luke’s face visibly darkened, his tone turning colder: "Don’t you think it’s too unfair to say this to me?"

"Fair?" Florence frowned, puzzled: "What is there to be fair about?"

She seemed completely oblivious to her own words, causing a lump in Luke’s throat, his heart was stifled and uncomfortable.

He realized his feelings for Florence, but she was utterly indifferent towards him. To be candid in front of him that she always harbored a person in her heart, pained him deeply.

How did he come to this point.

Ever since his days as a playboy, he thought himself incapable of being swayed by a woman, new things came and went quickly, there were women who stayed in his life for a while, but never had he felt like this, how he feels for Florence now.

Knowing that only a few words could spark a quarrel with her, yet he just wanted to see her, speak with her more, delighted to do so. In his past interactions with Florence, she unknowingly attracted him.

Standing there, not saying a word, wasting her time, Florence clicked her tongue impatiently and walked past him.