Millicent wanted to tell Irene to trust Edward, but she was at a loss for words when she heard that Celine had once been pregnant with his child.
Irene felt even more disheartened at this moment.
"See? Even Millicent can't find a reason to defend Edward's actions," Irene thought, more determined to leave this place.
"Millicent, I want to leave this relationship. I'm done enduring everything. It seems like everything I've done was all in vain," Irene said calmly, as if she no longer cared about Edward.
"Irene, are you absolutely sure about all this? You're telling me because you've thought things through, right?" Millicent asked reluctantly.
She felt quite surprised because she didn't expect Irene would make a decision like this.
After all, Irene had just given birth to Edward's daughter. She must've spent a long time mulling it over to have such determination. To have such strong conviction meant that she must've been deeply hurt before.
"That's right, Millicent. Seems like you know me quite well," Irene said tearfully, feeling moved.
Millicent knew her best. She had always been like this during their schooling days, and it seemed like she hadn't changed at all despite the passing of time.
"What are you talking about, Irene? We've been best friends for so many years. If I can't even read you, how can I call myself your best friend?" Millicent huffed, feigning her annoyance.
Bursting into tears, they hugged each other tightly. Of course, Millicent knew the reason behind Irene's words.
Irene only said that because she was touched—she had always been one to repay kindness with even more kindness.
"Thank you, Millicent. I really appreciate you for accompanying me all these years and treating me so well. You're the best! Even my family doesn't treat me kindly. I'm so lucky to have met you."
Irene spoke with such sadness in her voice, as though she would never see Millicent again. However, it would be difficult for both of them to meet if she really left this place.
After all, they might be living in different cities, or even in different countries.
"Irene, let's not thank each other over this. You should cherish me properly, otherwise, you might just lose me one day."
They looked at each other and laughed just as Millicent finished speaking.
Sometimes, close friends like Irene and Millicent could understand each other's thoughts without speaking.
"In that case, I'll be sure to cherish you dearly, Millicent. Haha, I really can't stand you anymore." Irene said, feigning a look of disgust.
Both of them were very happy and relaxed, for it had been a while since they had a good chat like this.
"Where would you go after leaving this place, Irene? I'm not sure we'll be able to see each other in the future. I'll really miss you. Will you miss me too?" Millicent asked sadly.
She had poured out her heartfelt feelings. Whenever she thought about Irene's departure, she would think about how they wouldn't be able to meet anymore.
Sometimes, a person would disappear for good after saying their farewells.
"Silly, I can easily brush aside everyone else, but how can I not miss you, my dear?" Irene spoke. She wanted to the ease the sadness in the atmosphere and make it more relaxed.
Truth be told, Irene didn't want to leave Millicent behind and travel far away.
"It was more than enough to have a friend who knows you well in your life." These words were very true.
"Can I come with you, Irene? I majored in art, so I can paint anywhere."
Irene didn't expect that she would ask her such a question. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that Millicent would want to leave with her. But she didn't want her to come along, for she had parents who loved her dearly.
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