Chapter 180 Let Me Stay and Take Care of You
Winnie understood that he no longer believed in her, and her belated affection meant less to him than a blade of grass in his eyes.
"Darcy, come inside!" Lawrence R walked to the living room door.
"L, you go in first. I'll talk to Miss Anderson."
Darcy positioned herself in front of Winnie, her words dripping with hypocrisy.
Click. The living room door closed.
Darcy's face immediately changed color. The night seemed especially gloomy.
Approaching Winnie, her tone turned smug and sarcastic, "He readily believes me with just a few words, and he despises you immensely! Have you heard? We're getting engaged! That's why he's in a hurry to divorce and get rid of you. Don't you get it? You’re desperately clinging on, hoping to win him back? Seems like you have too much time on your hands. Isn't the police investigating your involvement in the kidnapping case? I'll make you sit in jail for a few years, maybe that will teach you a lesson!"
Darcy viciously spoke, as she was about to make a call t the police.
Without hesitation, Winnie abruptly knocked Darcy's phone out of her hand and followed up with a hard slap to her face.
She didn't waste time on futile words.
Caught off guard, Darcy's face recoiled, clearly not expecting Winnie to suddenly strike.
"You dare to hit me? You bitch!"
Winnie maintained her composure, "I advise you not to set me up to go to jail. The more the police investigate the kidnapping case, the more your actions will come to light."
A hint of panic crossed Darcy’s face.
Winnie coldly smiled, "So, you better hope the police are on my side."
"This slap is for you stepping on my child, causing its unstable position that night!"
As for the rest, Winnie would address it in due time.
Winnie decided to stay for two reasons: one was for him, and the other was to find out what Darcy had done to her mother. She wanted to protect her mother, reveal the truth, and make Lawrence R see through this malicious woman! Only by doing so could she win him back.
Winnie hid her second purpose, narrowed her eyes, and said fiercely, "You better not get in my way. His neurological disorder hasn't improved yet. If he has another relapse and you can't treat him, then your true colors will show, won't they?"
A shadow darkened Darcy's face.
Winnie felt a chill in her heart when she received Darcy's text message reply that day. This wicked woman had discovered that she couldn't cure Mr. L.
During the past week in the United States with Mr. L, Darcy had considered various solutions, even secretly consulting top psychiatrists abroad. But nothing worked! Mr. L hadn't slept for seven days.
Seeing the guilt flickering in Darcy's eyes, Winnie revealed her needle pack and said, "I have medication. He'll get better if he takes it on time. You'll have to tolerate me staying here."
Darcy's eyes were filled with resentment as she stared at the medication, then chuckled, "But Mr. L despises you and won't let you in!"
"I've become the mistress of this place on your behalf. As long as you can tolerate me sharing a bed with him every night, while you stay outside with your bastard child, what do I have to mind? Oh, Mr. L even wants you to get rid of the bastard!"
With a loud smack, Winnie slapped Darcy on the other cheek.
"Have you gone mad?" Darcy couldn't believe it. Her expression turned gloomy and, the next moment, she welled up with tears. "L..."
Winnie mired, her resolve unshaken. "Are you sure you want to play the victim? In his eyes, I'm already a malicious woman. I don't mind adding another charge. And as for you, on the very first day you moved in, you went to him to report me. If you keep doing that, you won't be so 'understanding' anymore!"
Darcy covered her face, her complexion frozen.
Mr. L was already in a foul mood, and intelligent women wouldn't resort to sobbing and wailing. Darcy squeezed her fist tightly, squinting her eyes. "Bitch, watch how I deal with you! There are plenty of opportunities."
"Do as you please," Winnie replied, composed, and detached.
"Enjoy the cold night out here. There'll be a heavy downpour tonight."
Darcy smirked coldly, turned around, and walked into the villa with an air of indifference.
The gate closed, leaving Winnie isolated outside.
Soon, the entire villa lit up, warm and bright as it used to be.
But that warmth was no longer hers.
At ten o'clock that night, Winnie saw the master bedroom on the second floor light up. Through the French window and behind the curtain, a tall figure of a man appeared.
Yet in an instant, her heart sank like a stone.
Beside him was a slender figure, so close that their shadows almost merged through the curtain.
'Night after night, I share a bed with L...'
Winnie dug her nails into her palm. Could it be true? Lawrence R are you really spending the first night with her in our bed.
At that moment, an overwhelming wave of fear engulfed Winnie.
Inside the master bedroom—
Lawrence R stood by the window, the curtains were sheer, allowing him to see everything downstairs. His eyes were deep, cold, and forbidding.
Darcy also noticed Winnie looking up from below. She intentionally stood behind Lawrence R, their shadows merged like their bodies were intertwined.
A malicious thought flashed through her mind.
Watching the servant pack up Winnie's belongings, she apologized, "L, I didn't know this used to be your master bedroom before. I just really liked this room. If it's troublesome, I can stay in the adjacent guest bedroom."
Lawrence R understood her accustomed luxury coming from a privileged background, and he also needed to arrange some basis medical equipment for her due to her health.
"The doctor said your health is not good, so you should stay here at night for protection."
"But this room holds your memories with her." Darcy appeared pitiful but was actually driving a thorn into his heart.
As expected, the man looked around the room, and his gaze became cold and dim. "There's no need to keep disgusting memories!"
"Taylor, have the servant discard her belongings."
Upon hearing the man's cold and desolate voice, Taylor felt a sinking feeling.
The situation between Mrs. L and Mr. L had turned truly unfortunate.
In the blink of an eye, Miss Ordelia had moved in.
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When the servant threw all the packed belongings at the entrance of the living room, Winnie could see a glimpse of her mother's photo album from the darkness.
Those were her mother's belongings. Clearly, that pile was all her belongings.
He had let Darcy stay in their master bedroom.
He had proven himself so heartless that he destroyed their sweet memory-filled room.
Winnie felt an invisible force shove her backward, causing her to take several steps backward.
The cold night wind almost felt like it was cutting her face. She seemed unable to stand firmly anymore.
Leaning against a lamppost, she stood alone. No matter how cold or painful it was, she wouldn't leave.
Slowly, the moon sank and the light in the master bedroom went out. The study's light did not turn on either. Winnie wondered, if he wasn't in the study, then where?
As the moon vanished, a gust of wind picked up, and the temperature suddenly plummeted, leaving Winnie shivering to her core. She opened her phone and Darcy's words turned out to be true—the rain was indeed pouring.
Soon, rain poured down like drums, suddenly pouring heavily!
Winnie had been standing for too long, her legs numb, feeling like a puppet unable to move. In an instant, her body was drenched, and the large raindrops made it impossible for her to open her eyes. The bone-chilling coldness made her stomachache.
Baby...She had been standing for five or six hours, and the baby couldn't take it anymore.
She couldn’t let it fall ill or get harmed.
Winnie leaned against the lamppost, waiting for her numbness to subside a bit. She quickly walked to the suitcase and took out her only coat.
Curling up on the ground, she tightly wrapped the coat around her bulging belly, desperately clinging to the last bit of warmth.
But the cold wind was still too fierce. Even with the suitcase as a shield against the rain, she still fell to the ground a few times due to the wind.
Her consciousness began to fade...
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