Chapter 315

Myra, seething with rage, hurled the item she had in her hand across the room.
Kayla quickly hid her delight and stepped in to pacify her. “Mom, don’t be upset. Carmen was just spouting nonsense. I’m sure that’s not what Felicia meant!”
Her words seemed reassuring, but the undertone was clear-if Carmen went out of her way to say such things, wasn’t it obvious Felicia had something to do with it? Maybe Felicia even orchestrated it. “That ungrateful brat! That wretched daughter!” Myra’s voice trembled with fury. “What did I do to deserve a child like her?
“She’s always been rebellious, always going against me. Fine. But her grandfather just passed away! At a time like this, she’s not even paying her last respects but instead sends some disgraceful friend to insult me?” Her eyes reddened as she continued to rant, each word heavier with resentment.
“We treated her so well. Her grandfather treated her so well! Even in his final moments, he wanted her to inherit the family’s golden needles. But that ungrateful girl couldn’t even be bothered to send him off!”
Myra’s voice cracked, and she spat out her words through clenched teeth.
“It’s fine if she doesn’t show up. She is no longer my daughter moving forward!”
Kayla kept her head lowered, saying nothing, but the subtle curl of her lips betrayed her satisfaction.
Later that afternoon, Kayla made a trip to the airport.
Today was the day Arnold was leaving the country.
While Kayla had been stuck in a sanatorium, she hadn’t heard the details about what the Lawson family had done to Felicia. She only knew that Arnold had been stripped of his role as heir, and the family’s reins had passed to his uncle, Mike. “Arnie…”
Kayla clung to Arnold in the bustling airport terminal, her voice trembling as tears welled in her eyes.
However, Arnold peeled her hands off, stepping back to maintain some distance.
It caused her to freeze. “Arnold, you…”
“Kayla,” he said, his voice steady and composed. “We’re grown now. We can’t behave like we did when we were kids. People will gossip about us.”
Arnold wore a long black coat, his tall figure exuding poise and sophistication. His sharp, familiar features the ones Kayla
adored felt distant now. It was
she was looking at a stranger
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Whenever Arnold went on long trips, she would hug him like this, whispering sweet nothings and acting as close as two people could be.
But now, as he prepared to leave the country with no return date in mind, he brushed her off like a stranger.
“People will gossip about us.” The words cut deep.
Kayla forced herself to hold back the ache in her chest. She wouldn’t let him go so easily.
“Arnie, I don’t want you to go. You’ll miss me, right? Will you think of me?”
Arnold hesitated for a moment, then looked her straight in the eye.
“Kayla, you’re a great person,” he said slowly. “But there will never be anything between us.”
He paused as if to let his words’ weight settle before adding, “I love Felicia. And one day, I’ll make her fulfill our engagement and become my wife.” Before Kayla could process his words, she covered her ears.
She knew what Arnold wanted to say, but she refused to listen to it.
However, he left her with no choice but to hear him out. After delivering the final blow, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, frozen.
As people passed, casting curious glances her way, Kayla suddenly began to laugh and cry at the same time. Her unhinged reaction sent chills through those who overheard it.
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Onboard the plane, Arnold took his seat.
As the aircraft taxied down the runway and ascended into the sky, he stared out the small window, watching Khogend fade into the distance below. His hand clenched into a tight fist.
With the death of Matthew and Mike taking over the position of the heir of the Lawsons, Arnold had been exiled at Mike’s command.
Yet, strangely enough, there was no hatred in his heart for either Matthew or Mike. Losing his position as the heir meant little to him. The only thing consuming his thoughts was Felicia.
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