Chapter 62
“She… she didn’t tell me anything. Why didn’t Lila… why didn’t she say anything? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have given it away.”
Camille found this amusing. “You’re still blaming her?”
Dorian stood frozen in place, the resentment he had built up against Lila over the past few days almost consuming him at that moment.
Had he really been blaming her?
He blamed her for being thoughtless, blamed her for being unreasonable.
Seeming to see through his thoughts, Camille let out a chuckle. “You blame her for not telling you, but she was thinking that she shouldn’t tell you, that she couldn’t let you bear that burden. Why is that, Dorian?”
He opened his mouth, but his throat was too dry to speak, and he could not utter a word.
Camille answered for him, “Because she only wants your love to be open and selfless! Go look at her fingers; the scars from carving the beads are still there!
“Have you never seen them? Have you ever asked about them?”
Each question was like a rope pulling him into the abyss, and disbelief still lingered on his face.
“Dorian, someone who betrays genuine feelings deserves to suffer!”
Camille’s words fell heavily, each like a boulder crashing onto his heart, weighing him down to the point where he could hardly breathe.
He suddenly remembered that when he had just woken up from that serious illness, Lila had been sitting in the hospital room with him, gently rubbing her knee when she had nothing else to do.
At that time, he had asked her casually if she had hurt herself.
She had just smiled and said she had been standing too long and needed to rest for a bit.
Lila had made it sound so effortless that he hadn’t thought much of it.
But she had been there day and night caring for him. How could she have had time to stand for long periods?
Dorian’s face turned pale, and he felt his body sway uncontrollably.
The person who had always considered himself extraordinary and aloof was now flustered. “Mrs. Foster, I…”
Camille refused to look at him again, her gaze falling away.
Just thinking of Lila made her eyes brim with tears. “You asked me why I recommended her and you to the same crew. That day, Lila came to me and firmly told me she wanted to break up with you and start a new life.
“But I thought you had supported each other for so many years and had come this far. I wanted to give you another chance.”
“She told us all this because she didn’t want us to be disappointed in her!” Guilt washed over her features. “Dorian, the one who has always let us down, isn’t her. It’s you!”
Dorian’s face turned pale from the shock. He clenched his fists tightly, barely managing to steady his emotions.
So it turned out that Lila wasn’t complaining or seeking their help to force him to reconcile.
She only wanted to inform Taylor that she intended to let go of the past and start a new life, didn’t she?
Had she already decided to break up from the moment she brought it up?
He had always thought that Lila was doing all this to possess him.
To possess him as a person and claim all his time.
To achieve her goal, she resorted to underhanded tactics to pressure him, making him feel utterly repulsed.
So he thought she was being unreasonable, even vicious.
What on earth was he thinking?
Upon hearing Camille mention the crew, it seemed he had grasped the crux of the matter.
“Mrs. Foster, don’t lie to me! If she didn’t ask you for help but only told you about her decision to break up, why would Lila want to push Zara out of the crew?
“Isn’t she still targeting Zara, jealous of her being by my side?”
In an instant, he had rationalized his thoughts.