Chapter 207
Chapter 207 Layla
They drove into the heart of the city.
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Lillian gazed out the window; Kingston was as congested as ever. Towering skyscrapers lined the streets, each one exuding its own unique charm.
Up ahead, a crowd had gathered at the base of a building, blocking the street so tightly that the car couldn’t move an inch.
Karina glanced outside and said, “Looks like someone’s about to jump p>
Lillian followed her gaze, and the moment she caught sight of the woman on the rooftop, her eyes froze. There, at the very edge, stood a woman with long hair whipping wildly in the wind. Her slender figure looked so fragile; it seemed as though the slightest breeze could send her plummeting down.
She knew that woman. Layla. Her father’s right-hand woman in her previous life. Back then, financial magazines had practically worshiped her, often featuring her as the “Goddess of the Market p>
At the time, Layla had been the epitome of female strength. After a failed marriage that had once driven her to attempt suicide, she had clawed her way through the ashes of her despair to reach the peak of her career.
In an interview, she had once admitted that Shen Guozhong had been her savior-the one who gave her a second chance when she’d had nothing left. Because of that, she had pledged her loyalty to him, helping Sinclair Group rise to glory.
Lillian narrowed her eyes, the corner of her mouth curling into a mocking smile. She turned to Karina. “Karina, find somewhere to park. I’ve got something to take care of.” Without waiting for a reply, she opened the door and stepped out.
By the time she reached the rooftop, a group of officers was there, trying to talk Layla down, their voices calm, coaxing. But Layla stood unmoved, her expression blank as she stared straight ahead. Her lips trembled as she muttered over and over, “I’ve lost everything… everything p>
Lillian stopped two meters from her, glanced over the edge, and spoke casually. “That’s a hell of a drop. Jumping from here must feel like a rush. One loud crack, and then splat-like a watermelon smashing to pieces. I have to say, you picked a great spot p>
Layla’s eyes widened in terror at the sight of the young girl before her. “Stay back. I have nothing left, nothing left to lose p>
“That’s right,” Lillian said evenly. “If you’re not afraid of dying, why be afraid of shattering into
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pieces p>
One of the officers snapped, “Young lady, stop provoking her. Go back down p>
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Another man-clearly in charge-lifted a hand to silence him. “Quiet,” he ordered, then turned his attention to Lillian.
Lillian gave him a fleeting glance before fixing her gaze back on Layla. “Ms. Layla, are you really going to let the people who hurt you get away with it so easily?
Killing yourself won’t fix anything. Even standing here now, do you see anyone who cares? Anyone you love, anyone who loves you? Aside from the onlookers gawking from below, not a single one of them is here. And if you jump, their sympathy won’t follow you down p>
Layla’s lips trembled as her gaze locked onto Lillian. “What do you know? When my husband had nothing, I stayed by his side. I fought with him, worked with him, climbed with him to where we are today.
How could a mistress just waltz in and destroy what we built? He’s just… confused, that’s all. There’s no way he’d abandon me.
I gave up my family for him; I stood by him every step of the way as he rose to where he is now. Do you know how many sleepless nights I spent working myself sick for him? He promised to take care of me for the rest of my life. Those promises… they’re still so clear in my mind p>
Lillian gave a cold, humorless laugh. “And now? Here you are, ready to jump. Where’s that man you love so much? Has he shown up? Or is he still with that mistress, so busy he can’t even be bothered to watch you die?
And look at yourself. You’re a wreck-drained, pale, skin and bones, eyes hollow. Do you really think your husband isn’t disgusted by the sight of you p>
Layla instinctively lowered her gaze to her own clothes, then whispered, “But… he said he liked me just the way I am… that he liked my simplicity p>
“Did he now?” Lillian tilted her head, her tone light, almost conversational. “Then I’m sure you’ve met the mistress, haven’t you? Tell me, is she simple like you? Somehow, I doubt it. I’d bet she’s young, vibrant, beautiful… and, most importantly, irresistible p>
A flicker of realization crossed Layla’s eyes, sharp and raw. “You’re right… God, how could I have been so blind? I gave him everything-my youth, my pride, my dignity. Everything I had, and now, it’s all gone.
And now, they’ve forced me to sign the divorce papers. What’s left for me to hold on to p>
Her gaze drifted downward, and in her eyes bloomed pure, unfiltered despair.
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