Sweat ran down Leila's face as she trembled uncontrollably. This kidnapping was too out of her control. She had never expected Jim Liu to betray her. So much had changed in just two days.
Jim Liu! What an asshole! Leila regretted ever having trusted him from the beginning. He only cared about money, and she should have known it. If Charles found out the truth, she would be so screwed. It would be the end for her.
She nervously gripped the edge of the dresser with a shaking hand. She was so paranoid that she even broke a fingernail when she clutched the cabinet's wood.
Her face was drained of color, but she managed to take out her phone and call Jim Liu. She needed to know where he was now.
The other line rang continuously, but no one answered. Leila dialed nonstop until her phone ran out of battery, but Jim Liu never answered the calls. All she had heard was the busy tone, which drove her mad. Her shaking hand couldn't hold the phone anymore and out of anger, she threw the device and watched its screen crack.
After that, Leila simply sat in the bedroom for a long time, her brain muddled. She felt like she was trapped in a noisy wet market right now where people were busy. It was noisy and chaotic, and she stood alone in the middle of it all with nowhere to hide.
Her mind almost blew up thinking about all of the possible consequences. Suddenly, she recalled the days she had spent in prison. Ever since she was released, she had never looked back on that memory, until now. Perhaps it was too painful for her, or she was too ashamed of that time.
However, the past seemed to have come back. She felt like she was in that dark and dirty cell again. She thought about her life there filled with endless errands, fights every day, and when her sleep was disturbed by the guardian's flashlight from time to time. Those memories were still vivid, and their wounds still hurt.
Every gritty detail, the peeling exterior paint of the walls, the snores from her cellmates, the plain meals, the disgusting smell and grime…Leila felt them all again, and she couldn't escape.
A bitter smile formed on her lips and sadness filled her eyes. What if her plan was exposed? What if she had to go back to jail again?
But Leila didn't resign herself to this. Her plan wasn't like this. She never thought about hurting Shirley, no matter how much she disliked the kid. She still had morals! All she wanted was to ruin Sheryl and Charles' relationship. After all, she just wanted to pursue her true love. She didn't do anything wrong.
But even until now, Leila still hadn't realized her mistakes. While it was true that everyone had the right to pursue love, she shouldn't have stepped in others' relationships, especially in a vicious manner.
A dull pain throbbed in Leila's head. Her mind was a mess.
All she did was think about the mess, and she didn't realized that it was already sunset until her stomach growled.
The sky outside was painted a dull orange, which made it look sad. Leila stared blankly outside the window. She couldn't just sit and wait to be caught. She was tired of being looked down by others, and she would never live that life again. Thus, she had to take the initiative and change the situation, before it was too late.
When Leila made up her mind, it was hard to talk her out of it. She was like a fierce and cruel lioness, always ready to fight.
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