Now that things were clear and the truth was out, it was the same old story.
Someone else says a few words in his ear, and he immediately believes them.
“That’s enough, Lionel. You should leave. You’re not welcome here. The sight of you just irritates me. Tell me, why can’t you just grow a brain?”
Hannah pointed a finger at her head. “You finally learned not to believe a word Sandra says, but you decided someone else’s words were trustworthy, so you believed them and came running to me.”
“Lionel, the truth is you don’t just believe other people. You just don’t believe me. After everything that’s happened recently, you still refuse to trust me. In your heart, I’ll never be worthy of your trust.”
“I’m just the wicked woman who would do anything to ruin your reputation, the one who would frame you without a second thought. I thought I had you figured out long ago, but when you showed up today, I didn’t even see this coming. I was the foolish one!”
Hannah truly felt foolish now, but she was also glad that Cherry had suggested the livestream.
At least now, everyone could see for themselves the face of the man who so readily misunderstood her.
“Please leave, Lionel. I know what you’re going to do next. You’re going to offer all sorts of apologies and beg me to forgive you.”
Samuel pointed toward the door, signaling a nearby maid to come and escort Lionel out.
“Don’t bother with all that meaningless nonsense. It’s always the same empty words—‘I’m sorry,’ ‘I shouldn’t have done that,’ ‘I was wrong.’ They’re pointless. Saying them is the same as saying nothing at all. You should just go.”
Samuel had already figured out what he was going to say.
It was always the same hollow drivel. A few words from his mouth, as if that could erase everything that had just happened.
Life doesn’t work that way. He was dreaming.
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