Chapter 235
Camille tugged at the shawl around her shoulders.
After a brief silence, she spoke, “Let him in. He might pass out at the door, and I’d rather not have to drag him inside.”
She then sat on the sofa in the living room, waiting for Dorian to enter. She was curious to see what nonsense he could come up with at this point.
Taylor opened the door, and Dorian’s body swayed slightly. He instinctively grabbed the railing to steady himself, narrowly avoiding a fall.
“Mr. Foster…” Dorian’s voice was hoarse, sounding like a pen scraping against sandpaper. His lips were dry from dehydration.
Taylor sighed softly, figuring Dorian was here because of Lila; if only Dorian knew then what he knew now.
“Come in first. We can talk inside. Camille is waiting for you,” he said.
Dorian nodded, taking slow steps forward, moving more awkwardly than an elderly person.
As soon as he entered, his gaze fell upon Camille’s elegant and distant figure. She was wearing her silk gown as always, and her white hair only added to her graceful and intellectual presence.
Dorian hurried forward, bent his knee, and bowed to the floor. His voice was choked full of emotion as he said. “Mrs. Foster, please. I beg you; help me.”
Camille watched the pitiful figure kneeling before her, feeling the sharp contrast to the once proud young man who had vowed never to regret his actions. There was no trace of that former self in him now.
She scoffed and asked coldly, “Dorian, didn’t you say you would never regret your decision? What are you doing now?”
“Mrs. Foster, I was wrong, I was wrong… Please, help me,” he pleaded, lifting his tear-streaked face. “I’ll listen to you. I don’t want anything. I just want Lila.”
The thought of Lila looking so perfect together with Kieran tore his heart apart.
Camille stood up and looked down at him, her gaze carrying a hint of pity. “Dorian, I told you from the start that you would regret it.”
“Yes, Mrs. Foster. I regret it. I don’t want anything anymore. I just want Lila back by my side.
“I promise you, will treat her well, and I will never again do anything to hurt her. Please, I beg you, help me!TM His words were heartfelt, and his tears were genuine. He bowed his head deeply, hitting the ground with a heavy thud.
Taylor felt a pang of sympathy. Should he try to persuade Camille or perhaps even lend a hand himself?
But before he could speak, Camille spoke first, Dorian, do you regret your actions because you wronged Lila, making her leave in disappointment? Or is it because you saw her find a better man, and now jealousy is driving you to try
and take her back?”
Dorian visibly stiffened before replying, “Mrs. Foster, I love Lila. I never thought of hurting her. Even when we broke up, it was just to scare her, to make her stay by my side.
“But I didn’t expect I was too
arrogant was dumb, thinking relationships could survive all this turmoil. Mrs. Foster, you and Lila don’t like Zara, right? I promise you, I will never see her ever again.”
Dorian intended to say that he had sent her to prison but then worried Camille might think him too cruel.
“As long as Lila can come back to me, I won’t even look at another woman. Mrs. Foster, please help me just this once,” he pleaded, crawling forward, reaching out to try and grasp Camille’s hand.
Camille had the softest heart, always struggling to see anyone in distress.
Lila belonged to him! What if jealousy consumed him? Lila had chosen him initially, and she would be with him for life, no matter the good or the bad, whether in life or death.
Dorian lowered his gaze, hiding the jealousy and malice buried deep within.
Camille stepped back, avoiding his touch. A sorrowful voice escaped her throat, laced with both pity and disdain as she said, “I won’t help you.”
He wasn’t worth it anymore. Her gaze fell upon the man kneeling before her. Dorian looked up, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Why?”