He turned around decisively, leaving her only with his back.
Robert Williams ca over and chanically locked the iron door of the basent with a clanging sound, making her heart sink.
She sat on the cold ground, hugging her knees, her whole body stiff from the chill.
There were still blood stains on the ground, the sight made her nauseous, wanting to vomit, in this dark place, she felt her body was emptied. Initially, she felt fear and anxiety, but gradually, she beca numb.
She wanted to cry, really wanted to cry, but in front of Asher Land, she dared not shed a tear, though here, it ought to be fine.
She finally couldn’t hold back and began to cry.
...
"Young master, please give Miss Smith another chance?"
Asher Land had just erged from the basent when Nanny Garcia along with a group of servants blocked his way, shouting in unison.
"Pleading?" He sneered coldly, wondering what kind of spell she had cast on the Land Family’s servants for them to protect her so fervently.
With a stern face, he bypassed them and proceeded upstairs.
Nanny Garcia wanted to follow but was stopped by Robert Williams.
"Miss Smith’s actions were truly excessive, Nanny Garcia, please don’t bother President Land anymore."
"This..."
Nanny Garcia was a bit troubled, rely worried that little Sophie Smith was too fragile for such turmoil, yet the young master seed resolute, unwilling to let Sophie go...
Asher Land returned to the master bedroom, slamming the door shut.
Soon after, ’ping-pong’ sounds ca from inside the room; Nanny Garcia and Robert Williams stood outside with lowered heads, not daring to enter.
Asher Land almost overturned and kicked all the items in the room before he finally stopped, lying spread-eagled on the bed with his chest heaving violently.
The room suddenly beca surprisingly quiet, and Robert Williams thought Asher Land might be self-harming again, like at noon, without hesitation, he opened the door and rushed in.
However, upon seeing the scene before him, his eyes were filled with astonishnt.
President Land, that normally dignified, elevated man, akin to an emperor,...
He was actually crying, for a woman?
Robert Williams indeed wasn’t seeing things; his eyes were red, and a tear stread down his sharp-featured face.
Nanny Garcia and Robert Williams were stunned in place, montarily at a loss.
In the end, it was the old servant, Nanny Garcia, who spoke first.
"Young master, both Robert Williams and I have been by your side for so long, we know what kind of person you are, you’re deeply attached to Miss Smith, we understand, but please don’t do anything foolish because of her!"
Asher Land didn’t reply, just gazed vacantly at the ceiling lamp, the brilliant light making his eyes dazed, feeling everything before him unreal, indistinct.
Indeed, her betrayal left his heart crumbling.
"Young master, we beg you, don’t hurt yourself anymore." Nanny Garcia looked at the ss inside the room, then at his bandaged hand, her heart ached faintly.
"Hurt myself?" Asher Land muttered under his breath, "For her, is it worth it?"
A self-mocking smile tugged at his lips, for a woman who never valued him, was this worth it?
He wasn’t sure, so he repeatedly questioned himself within.
"All of you go out, don’t worry, at least for now, I won’t die for her."
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