Chapter 572 You Only Deserve to Become Fuzzy in My Memory
The next morning, Lyric slipped out of Mireille's place while she was still fast asleep. Mireille was a light sleeper, so Lyric moved quietly, careful not to wake her. She scribbled a note explaining her departure and stuck it on the fridge door, leaving the house key behind.
The summer heat hit her as soon as she stepped outside, the sun's rays filtering through the scattered leaves, casting dappled shadows on the street. The sound of insects buzzed intermittently in her ears.
Daniel drove by, their paths crossing without either noticing the other. Back at the apartment he had set up for her, everything looked the same, but her feelings had changed. The walk-in closet was filled with luxury brands favored by his true love, a silent reminder that she was just a stand-in.
With a heavy heart, she pulled out her suitcase and began packing her belongings. She didn't have much, so it didn't take long. That evening, she went out for dinner.
Halfway through her meal, Cade walked into the restaurant and sat across from Lyric. He squinted and smiled, "So, what's your price? How much to get you to leave my son?"
Lyric's brow furrowed, gripping her fork tightly, her expression blank as she stared at him. His sharp gaze felt like a knife, ready to cut her down. "You've got some nerve. Got Daniel wrapped around your finger. He's even ignoring me, his own father, for you. Think you can cause trouble? Dream on. As long as I'm around, The Taylor Family is under my control. Della, if you're smart, think about how much money would be reasonable."
"You think Daniel defies me because he likes you? Della, you're too young, too naive. Love means nothing in the face of time. His relationship with me isn't great, and he's insisting on marrying you to defy me, not because he likes you. You better weigh your options. But I understand, young people today are different from our time. They like shortcuts to climb the social ladder." Cade smoked in front of her, sneering, "But you should know, everything in this world has a price. You want to marry Daniel, what do you have to offer?"
Lyric looked at his arrogant demeanor and smirked sarcastically.
"Daniel is the future heir of The Taylor Family. His marriage is destined to be extraordinary. He needs a wife who can bring benefits to The Taylor Family—family background and connections are crucial, while looks and figure are just bonuses. Even if I don't make things difficult for you and you marry Daniel, you can't have children. Over time, can you guarantee Daniel won't change his mind? Della, being divorced and kicked out of The Taylor Villa would be the real hell."
He added, "Listen to me, it won't harm you. Find a decent guy and start a stable life with him. You can't control men in our circle. Forcing yourself in will only bring you misery. Why not take the money and leave, go back to where you belong?"
Lyric smiled faintly, "So, Cade, will you give me whatever amount I ask for?"
"Name your price."
Lyric held up five fingers.
"Five million dollars?! You have quite the appetite. Approaching Daniel just to make money, huh?"
"Mr. Cade Taylor, you're the one offering me money to leave Daniel. If you can't follow through, don't waste my time," Lyric sneered. She never intended to take his money, but Cade's arrogance was too much. Why not take advantage? Given how Daniel treated her, why shouldn't she? She was leaving anyway, and Daniel's opinion of her didn't matter anymore.
Cade hesitated but, to avoid further trouble, called his assistant. Minutes later, the assistant delivered a five-million-dollar check to the restaurant.
Lyric took the check, "Don't worry, I'll be gone by tomorrow."
"Della, you better keep your word. If you take the money and still cling to Daniel, you'll regret it. Daniel already has a suitable marriage candidate. Give up on marrying him."
As he left, Cade didn't forget to warn her.
The next morning, Lyric dragged her small suitcase and took a cab to the airport. The airport was bustling with people—couples clinging to each other, reluctant to part, and mothers welcoming their daughters home.
Lyric's nose tingled with emotion, her feelings a tangled mess. She collected her ticket and checked in. The announcement came over the speakers, informing her that the plane was about to take off, urging her to board soon.
She ran, breathless, not being much of an athlete. Thankfully, she boarded in time. She found her seat and settled in. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She took it out and saw Daniel's name flashing on the screen.
"Ma'am, the plane is about to take off. Please turn off all electronic devices," the flight attendant tapped her shoulder, repeating the pre-flight instructions as she walked down the aisle.
Her phone continued to vibrate in her palm. Lyric hesitated for a moment before pressing the hang-up button. Then she logged into WhatsApp.
Mireille: [Lyric, did you board the plane?]
Lyric replied: [Yes, about to take off.]
Mireille: [Let me know when you arrive, don't make me worry.]
She exited the chat and noticed Daniel's WhatsApp conversation had a new notification. She opened it, the second time she had checked his messages since her miscarriage. The first was in the hospital, the second was now, as she was about to say goodbye.
This was when he was most attentive and eager.
[Della, did you have breakfast?]
[Della, I saw someone today who looked just like you. I grabbed her arm, but it wasn't you.]
He sent a picture of a cloud. It looked like cotton candy, very pretty.
[About the wedding, do you have any thoughts? I contacted Raymond and got the number for the top global designer Phaedra. How about having her design something for you? Phaedra's designs are one-of-a-kind worldwide.]
Lyric smiled wearily. Phaedra was Remy's stage name. Remy had already made her wedding dress. Her father was a businessman, and her mother was a mysterious wedding dress designer.
It seemed Daniel had never truly tried to understand her.
If her baby were still here, she might have softened at his efforts. But now, nothing could change the past.
His last message was sent half an hour ago: [Della, I think I'm used to having you around.]
Used to having her as a shadow by his side?
Lyric muttered to herself, "Daniel, this is truly goodbye. You don't deserve forgiveness, nor to be my husband, nor even my revenge. You deserve to fade from my memory, to become a blur."
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