He sneered and said, "Since you are his wife, you should know about the rumors between Madame Yates and my father, Tammie Lynch. Today, I tell you that it was not a rumor; it was true! Madame Yates was my fatherās fiancĆ©e, but unfortunately, she betrayed my father and chose Stuartās father, Alexander. But my father gave his life and status for Madame Yates, and I... was also what he gave up."
"No... this is not true!"
Edie became emotional, and only she knew how hard it was to be with Donald.
Although Donald was seemingly the heir of the Hawks real estate, he had no power at all. All power was in Carey Bathās hands because Donald was an illegitimate son, not Carey Bathās biological son.
So Carey Bath made life hard for Donald whenever she could.
They tried their best to get together, but they couldnāt do anything about it. So the reason that all this happened was the Yates family?
How could such an answer not make Edie collapse?
Just as she was about to escape, Donald suddenly held her small face with his big hand, forcing her to look directly at himself.
"I donāt need to say much about the contradiction between Stuart and Madame Yates. He hates the Lynch family and me! Heās with you because youāre who I love, do you still not understand?"
The angry voice made her freeze on the spot.
Her face was somewhat pale, her cheeks suddenly shed tears, and her eyes were blank, she was clearly unable to accept the cruel fact.
Finally, she slowly closed her eyes and let her tears run down.
She still remembered asking Stuart again and again why he chose her?
He said...
You are the most suitable person.
If that was the case, then she was indeed the most suitable person, the most suitable person for him to carry out his revenge!
The truth was, that was the case.
Finally, she slowly opened her eyes, fixed them on Donald, and asked, "Then... What are you telling me all this for?"
"I want to take you away, Edie. Are you willing to come with me? I am still the Donald who loved you from the beginning. Do you want to come with me?"
Donaldās voice was somewhat humble, trembling as if he was begging her.
***
Stuart was sitting in the living room, holding a magazine in his hand, trying to divert his attention, but... he couldnāt do it at all.
Donald must have told Edie everything.
Would she hate him or leave him?
If Edie really wants to leave, what should he do?
He wanted to stop her, but he couldnāt. He didnāt even dare to face her disappointment after knowing the truth.
He had never been scared of anything, but a look from Edie could make him throw away his armor.
He was afraid of her disappointment and even more of her leaving.
Stuart closed his eyes in pain; unexpectedly, the door opened at this time.
His heart suddenly trembled, and he opened his eyes, but what he saw was not Edie but Donald.
"Why is it you?" He frowned fiercely and stood up. "Whereās Edie?"
"She didnāt come in, because... she didnāt want to put the two of you in an awkward situation."
"What do you mean by that?" Stuart courtās heart rose to his throat, and when he heard his words, he could not restrain the pain and convulsions.
Donaldās face was gloomy and calm, and his voice was cold, "Do you want me to explain that clearly? She doesnāt want to see you now. She now recognizes who you really are. She hates you. She decides to leave with me."
The living room was silent for a few seconds.
Stuart held his hand tightly. His nails were deeply embedded in his flesh, painful and unconscious.
As if only hurting himself could relieve the pain inside.
"Well, she chooses you, but she has to come and tell me in person. Otherwise, you canāt get out of this place."
Stuart took a deep breath and said coldly.
Only he knew how painful it was for him to say this sentence.
Donald frowned slightly at his words and said with some displeasure, "You know Edie doesnāt want to face you after she knows the truth, why are you trying to make things hard for her?"
"Itās up to us, and you donāt have a say in this! If she doesnāt come in, Iāll go and find her!" Stuart said coldly, with the dignity that could not be ignored as if no one could disobey him.
When Donald was about to stop him, Edie came through the door.
Their eyes met each other, and the atmosphere became a little strange.
Stuart knew that she had cried when she saw her red eyes. He could not help softening his heart.
"Iām sorry to make you cry. Itās my fault."
"He... Is that true?
Edie squeezed her hands tightly and asked word by word. Her cold eyes fell on him, expecting his answer.
Stuart took a deep breath. He could not lie to Edie. So he said honestly, "Yes, one reason that I approached you at first was that I wanted to take revenge on the Lynch family."
"And then? Do you have anything else to say?"
Edie asked.
However, Stuart did not answer.
Although Stuart was very clever, he was emotionally dumb.
He pursued the principle of business.
He admitted that his intention was not simple, so he didnāt explain himself nor rebut.
If he said "but," even if he only explained one sentence, she would return at once.
Unfortunately, he didnāt.
She gritted her teeth and asked, "Can I leave with Donald? Now that Iāve told you face to face, can I leave?
Leave...
Thatās her choice, Donald... I won!
Stuartās pupil contracted all of a sudden.
He opened his thin lips and tried to say something to stop her, but in the end, nothing came out.
It was her choice. He couldnāt stop it. He could only... support, although the pain was about to split him open.
Stuartās forever straight backbone bent a little dejectedly.
His voice sounded a little low and painful, "Okay if this is your decision, I respect you."
"Donāt regret it." Donald frowned slightly, and a touch of complex emotion suddenly flashed across his eyes.
Seeing that Stuart didnāt take any action at all, he went up, took Edieās hand, and was going to take her away.
Stuartās fragile voice suddenly came from behind.
"Wait a minute."
Edieās eyes lit up in an instant and turned around in a rush. Her hand broke away from Donaldās hand without hesitation.
"What do you want to say?" She asked eagerly.
Under her burning eyes, the man pursed his lips, as if the next words were somewhat difficult to express.