Karina was in a daze again.
She never expected that Dustin hated Patricia so much. Again, it’s about Lydia.
Each time Dustin became crazy, the reason could always be Lydia. And this time, again.
“The baby Lydia has with Archibald should be my baby. Lydia and I should be his parents…” Dustin said with his head shaking. He was so drunk. His mind was filled with matters about Lydia, and other people were expelled.
Looking at Dustin so preoccupied with his imagination, Karina stood up from the sofa immediately and pressed Dustin’s shoulders hard with her hands.
“Dustin, get out of your fantasy. Lydia has married Archibald. She will never marry you.”
Dustin pushed Karina away with anger on his face and said, “Stop your nonsense! Lydia is my wife. We have a baby. You are jealous of us.”
Karina fell down on the floor heavily. And a few pieces of glass stuck into her hand deeply. She couldn’t help breathing deeply.
Looking at the glass in her hand, she couldn’t feel any pain. The transparent glass was dyed red by her blood gradually. Blood dropped onto the floor continually along the glass, and blended into the liquid. The colour of the mixture seemed to be brighter.
The delayed effect of alcohol hit Dustin eventually and then he was about to fall back on the floor. Karina widened her eyes in shock and looked at Dustin falling to the floor covered by sharp glass. She found her feet and held Dustin steadily regardless of her pain.
The whole weight of Dustin’s body was on Karina’s hands which were stuck with red glass.
Karina grunted and heaved with her face turning pale. She put Dustin on the sofa and then took a quilt out to cover him. She even wiped out the sweat on his forehead with a napkin.
Gentleness filled her face. However, on her pale face, her discoloured lips were prominent.
“You are so stupid. Lydia is willing to marry Archibald. It’s apparent that she chose Archibald without hesitation. What are you complaining about on earth?” Seeing that Dustin breathed evenly on the sofa, Karina sighed. but then felt sharp pain from her hands
She gasped. Looking at the glass half stuck into her hands, she didn’t shed any tear.
She didn’t make any noise due to pain, either. She pulled the glass out of her hands with gritted teeth and then threw the pieces into a trash can.
Her face showed no worries because she was confident of her mother’s ability. She knew that Patricia was obedient to their mother from childhood. She must be used to being blamed and compromise. So, she would continue to make a compromise.
There was a silence on the other side of the line and then came the words, “Lydia, listen to me. I did meet Patricia. She has a baby looking the same with your kid. They really look the same.”
Lydia sneered and said, “It doesn’t matter, mom. As long as Patricia leaves Midfort with the kid, everything will be ok. The same appearance doesn’t matter.” Hearing her words, Miranda sighed slightly.
Noticing the sigh, Lydia became nervous, and a horrible feeling hit her.
“Mom, what’s wrong? Why do you sigh?”
Miranda was silent for a while and said, “I have tried my best. But Patricia didn’t want to leave Midfort. She has changed. Stick and carrot are useless now. She even said that she had no relation with the Coleman Family. I knelt to her, but it was useless, too.”
Lydia frowned and closed her lips tightly. How did Patricia become so determined after three years? Lydia thought she had miscalculated her. She didn’t expect that Patricia refused to leave Midfort even after Miranda had kneeled to her.
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