Chapter 160 Breaking Down in Tears
Mary's tears wouldn't stop. She wiped them away and clenched her fist.
"Why am I crying?" she muttered to herself. But the more she tried to stop, the more she cried.
Shirley hugged her. "Mary, don't cry. He's not worth it."
Mary gripped Shirley's arm, knuckles white. "Matthew doesn't believe me. Why? He wasn't like this before."
Matthew had changed. He'd lost his memory and was once curious and cautious around Mary. But now, he looked at her with cold suspicion.
This new Matthew felt like a stranger, and it scared Mary. It was like someone else had taken over his body, causing her unbearable pain.
Shirley rubbed her back. "People change. Mary, didn't you decide to divorce him? Let him go."
Mary cried out, "But I loved him. How could he do this to me?"
His words and looks felt like knives in Mary's heart, making it hard to breathe.
Shirley teared up too, silently cursing Matthew while comforting Mary.
The taxi driver glanced at them, thought about saying something, but just handed them tissues.
They soon arrived at Maple Grove Manor. Shirley helped Mary out of the car, who was crying so hard she could barely breathe.
Back at the house, Mary sat on the sofa, sobbing, trying to calm down.
She needed to vent, or she didn't know what she might do.
Shirley handed her a glass of honey water. "Mary, stop crying. Drink this and forget about him."
"Thanks, Shirley. I'm so glad you're here," Mary said, looking grateful.
If Shirley wasn't there, she didn't know what she'd do.
Shirley said, "I told you so. Yet you kept trying to push me away."
"I was wrong." Mary blinked her swollen eyes, looking pitiful.
Shirley said, "Alright, I forgive you. Drink up, get some sleep, and when you wake up, you'll still be as gorgeous as ever!"
Mary nodded. She needed to get her mind right. Matthew wasn't worth this.
Every time she thought of his look, her heart ached, and she tried to stop it.
Mary set the cup down and went to the bedroom. She took a shower, washed away the fatigue and discomfort, and then got into bed. She thought she'd have trouble sleeping, but she was out in five minutes.
Shirley stood at the doorway, feeling sorry for her. Just then, her phone rang. It was Herman.
"What's up?" Shirley answered, sounding cold.
Herman replied, "That's my question. You're my caregiver, and you ran off. Ms. Hill, have you forgotten what you've done?"
