Chapter 88 It'll Be on the News Tomorrow
"Elizabeth." Owen didn't know how to start, and his expression was even a bit shy.
He stood there, scruffy and tired, facing Elizabeth.
Elizabeth seemed pretty relaxed. "Mr. Tudor, just say what you need to say."
"Elizabeth, I'm sorry," Owen managed to say.
"You already told me that a week ago, it's okay," Elizabeth replied with a smile.
"I hope you can forgive me."
"I forgive you," Elizabeth said.
"Do you still love me?" Owen asked, almost afraid of the answer.
Elizabeth looked down, silent for a moment, then met his eyes. "I can't lie to you, Mr. Tudor. I never loved you."
Owen didn't say anything.
"I really never loved you," Elizabeth continued calmly. "I was fostered by others since I was twelve, and I learned early on to read people's faces. During the eight years I was with the Guise family, I was almost never full and never had anything good to eat. If the servants gave me a piece of cake left by Clara, I felt it was a kind of warmth. No one has ever loved me since I was a child."
"So, Mr. Tudor, when you first showed up and flirted with me, offering to take me to my wedding with Alexander, I knew you were just a rich man looking for prey."
Owen stayed silent.
"The reason I was indifferent and cold was because I had no power to resist, so I could only be indifferent. But you didn't just flirt and tease me; you were also kind. Even if your kindness was insincere, even if it was just a game to you, it was still heartwarming."
"I relied on the gentleness you showed me to feel that life was still beautiful. But I always knew you didn't love me. And I never fell in love with you. I was only grateful. I was willing to confess to you because I had thought it through and was willing to be teased. I just didn't expect you to go so far. I accepted your teasing, but you trampled on my dignity and even wanted me to die. How can I live?"
Elizabeth's tone was always relaxed, like a light breeze.
But Owen felt like his heart was being torn apart.
Owen cried, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth, I'm sorry! Can you forgive me? I know you don't love me. How could a strong woman like you ever love me? But I fell in love with you. When I saw you stabbing Wesley, I fell in love with you."
"I already knew you were not someone to mess with. But when I heard you say you were pregnant, do you know how angry I was? I was furious! Who took your love before me and even made you pregnant? I was angry, I was jealous, do you understand, Elizabeth? I did those terrible things because I was angry. Can you forgive me this time? I will love you well, I will treat the child in your womb as my own, give me a chance, okay, Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth gently shook her head. "Mr. Tudor, I don't love you. I can never give a second chance to someone who doesn't respect me. By the way, it's good that you're here, I have something to give you."
She turned and went back to the room, then came out with a bulging envelope with Owen's name on it.
The handwriting was beautiful and sharp, no hesitation at all. Just looking at it, one could tell Elizabeth had a fierce side.
It matched her perfectly.
Owen had never seen her handwriting before. It was stunning.
Not the delicate kind, but clear, sharp, and upright.
"There's ten thousand dollars in here. I can't give you more because I really don't have it. I think the three thousand I owe you, plus the meals and help you gave me, ten thousand should cover it, right? Thanks for everything."
"Isn't this insulting, Elizabeth? I lent you three thousand, and you protected me with your life. What I owe you is way more than three thousand, even three million!" Owen looked at her with deep sincerity.
He wanted to win her back with his honesty.
But Elizabeth didn't even let him in. She started to show him the door. "Mr. Tudor, whether you owe me or I owe you, if you take this ten thousand, we're even. I have to go out now, I have things to do, please leave, okay?"
"Elizabeth!" Owen grabbed her arm.
Elizabeth was so scared she tried to pull away. "You... let go, Owen, let go!"
"Get lost!" Suddenly, someone rushed over from behind Owen and shoved him hard.
Owen stumbled and fell. He got up and pushed back, only then realizing who it was. "Samuel?"
Samuel stood protectively in front of Elizabeth. "Haven't you hurt her enough? She's pregnant and used her arms to block the knife for you. She didn't even dare to use anesthesia when cleaning the wound, and she screamed in pain. If you have any conscience, don't come back to hurt her. Have some dignity, Owen!"
Owen shouted angrily, "Samuel, who gave you the right to meddle in our affairs? Are you in love with Elizabeth?"
"Can't I like her?"
"She's my woman!" Owen grabbed Elizabeth again.
Samuel pulled her back to his side. "Do you have the face to say that? Do you have the nerve? Do you want dignity?"
Elizabeth was caught between Owen and Samuel.
Seeing the two former friends arguing, Elizabeth's face was expressionless.
She didn't trust Samuel, nor did she trust Owen.
This must be another trick thought up by these two rich kids, right?
None of them noticed that not far away, at the intersection, a camera was pointed at them, clicking away.
"If you two keep fighting at my door, I'll call the police!" It wasn't until Elizabeth's angry shout that Owen and Samuel finally stopped.
Owen said, "Elizabeth, you don't understand Samuel at all."
"She understands you, but you hurt her deeply!" Samuel said coldly. Then he looked at Elizabeth again. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth, I shouldn't have disturbed you. I just wanted to protect you silently. I only came out because I saw Owen. Don't worry, I won't disturb you. I'm leaving now."
Elizabeth stayed silent.
Samuel had already turned and left. As he walked away, he forcefully pulled Owen with him.
Not far away, the woman with the camera also left. She held the camera and muttered, "Tomorrow, this will be on the news!"
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