Chapter 110 If You Want to Cry, Go Cry Outside
"Luke, you weren't always like this. You used to be so good to me. I never thought you'd diss me publicly for someone else. I didn't do anything wrong. I just love you." Margaret, looking frail after a week of illness, cried and reached out to hug Luke.
Luke sidestepped her. Memories of their past together made him feel a pang of guilt.
Vincent's fate was still uncertain, and Elsa had no patience for Margaret's theatrics. Margaret had almost caused her to drown, yet now she claimed innocence.
"Margaret, no crying here. If you need to cry, do it outside." Elsa pointed to the door, her voice dripping with irritation.
"Luke, look at her!" Margaret sobbed even harder.
"Elsa, do you have to be so harsh?" Luke's brow furrowed. He had just humiliated the Collins family for Elsa, but she was still so unyielding, ignoring his ties with the Collins family.
Thinking about it made Luke's mood even worse.
"You leave too." Elsa took off Luke's coat and tossed it at him, her eyes blazing with anger.
"You'll regret it if I go." Luke was fuming.
"Go. Just go!" Elsa didn't want to argue anymore.
"Ungrateful." Luke scoffed and turned to Margaret, "Let's go, Margaret. I'll take you home."
On the drive, Luke, still seething, sped down the road.
Margaret tried to speak several times but was scared off by Luke's grim expression. When they finally reached her house, she couldn't hold back any longer.
"Luke, come inside for a bit. You and my dad are the closest people to me. I don't want things to be so tense between you two." Margaret tugged at Luke's sleeve, pleading.
"Margaret, you go in first. I'll come by another day to apologize." Luke stayed in the car, trying to keep his emotions in check.
"But Luke..."
"Margaret, Elsa didn't do anything wrong either." Luke cut her off.
"Get out," he said with a tone of finality.
Margaret had no choice but to leave reluctantly.
Watching her go, Luke pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.
He thought about his first time with Elsa. He had woken up to see her smoking his cigarette, looking at him through the haze, her brow furrowed in thought.
When she noticed he was awake, Elsa had flashed her signature smile. That was the beginning of their relationship.
If it weren't for Elsa's existence, with Margaret's divorce, Luke would have jumped in without hesitation.
But there are no "ifs" in life. Everything happened so fast. Before meeting Elsa, Luke never thought he was the type to fall head over heels. His ideal wife was simple, warm, always smiling, willing to follow him, appearing when needed and disappearing when not.
Elsa was nothing like that.
But Elsa would never be anyone's follower. And Luke, ironically, was smitten with her!
In many ways, Elsa had changed the course of Luke's life.
After finishing his cigarette, Luke finally calmed down.
He took out his phone and dialed Karida's number.
"Elsa is dressed too lightly. Get her a thick coat. She'll probably be in the hospital for a few days, so talk to her. Keep her updated on Vincent's situation and watch her for signs of depression."
Karida groaned on the other end, "Luke, I'm the director, not your nanny! If you're so worried, why don't you stay with her yourself?"
"Cut the crap. If Elsa loses any weight at your hospital, you can kiss your lousy hospital goodbye."
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