Hamish was clearly impatient, both in his tone and in his expression.
Lila looked up, tears streaming down her face. “Hamish, I know you blame me. After all, Elisa ended up like this because she saved me. I feel so guilty. When I think about what I’ve done before, I’m tormented. I have wronged Elisa, and I’m deeply sorry for what happened to her.”
Upon hearing this, Hamish’s expression darkened further. In the past, he might have tried to comfort her, but ever since he saw the surveillance footage of Elisa miscarrying a few months ago, he knew that Lila was quick to change her demeanor. She was someone who was skilled at acting, whether sincerely or falsely.
Whether her feelings were genuine or not, Hamish no longer cared. He had taken Elisa to save her own life, and as far as he was concerned, they were now even.
In this age of burgeoning social media, there were often certain types of people who were referred to as “white lotus,” “green tea,” or “virtuous martyr.”
Hamish couldn’t distinguish between these categories, but seeing Lila’s current performance, he couldn’t help but recall every conflict between Lila and Elisa.
Lila always had the look of innocence, while Elisa was stubborn and never yielded until she was thoroughly bullied, only to say in the end, “Hamish, you never believed me.”
A crying child gets candy. Even if Elisa’s eyes bled, she wouldn’t shed a tear. His bias always leaned towards Lila.
How much had Elisa suffered?
The cause of the current situation was not entirely Lila’s fault. It was also because of him, his arrogance, selfishness, and unfair treatment that had led to Elisa, a living person, being harmed in this way.
He had paid the price for his arrogance, and now he couldn’t find a way to make amends.
“Lila, let’s end this,” he said.
Lila stiffened, looking at Hamish with disbelief. “Hamish, what do you mean? Are you going back on your word again?”
“I don’t love you at all, Lila. I once thought I did, but it was only because six years ago, you saved me from the water.” Emotionally, he was naturally detached, like a monk living a simple and unadorned life.
Six years ago, he had fallen into bone-chilling water. Just when he thought he was about to die, in a haze, he saw a blurry figure. The slender arms of a young girl pulled him out of the water. Despite the icy cold, he felt a hint of warmth.
That moment of astonishment remained unforgettable to him. When he woke up and saw Lila, confirming that she had saved him, he immediately decided that he would marry her.
Yet for the six years that followed, up until now, Lila had not evoked the same heart-stirring feeling within him. That dark night seemed more like a hallucination, becoming increasingly hazy in his memory.
Upon hearing his words, Lila’s face changed dramatically. She stood up directly from her wheelchair. “I don’t believe it! Hamish, we’ve known each other for so many years. I can’t believe that you were only good to me because of that one night.”
As she spoke, she felt deeply unwilling, knowing full well that she was not the one who had saved Hamish that night.
Hamish didn’t even want to look at her. “Bankshire is not suited for you. Go back.”
Go back? Where could she go back to? Since the day she started following Hamish, she had considered him her home. How could Hamish be so heartless as to abandon her like this?