Adela opened her eyes again, though her view was limited to the ceiling.
She hesitated for a few seconds before shooting a look at the therapist.
The aesthetician quickly wrapped a towel around her damp hair and helped her sit up.
"Give us a minute," Adela instructed.
She stepped off the chaise and walked over to Catherine.
The two spa attendants quickly exited the private room.
"Do you know how much a full-body treatment costs here?"
Adela sat down across from Catherine and asked.
"I do, which is exactly why I didn't want you to waste your money on me. I'm insignificant—lavishing these luxuries on me would just be a waste."
Catherine's tone was flat. "Just tell me what you want to say."
Adela leaned closer. "Don't talk about yourself like that! You're a daughter of the Lee family. You were meant to be born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Your father was just too selfish, and he single-handedly caused everything you're going through today. And... yes, I was at fault, too. I wanted the wealth and status, so I didn't dare stand up to him."
She lowered her head, her face twisted in a look of profound agony.
Catherine simply watched her, her expression unreadable.
"I was selfish. I couldn't let go of the luxury. But if I want to maintain this lifestyle for the rest of my days, I can't rely solely on Geoffrey anymore. He only cares about himself."



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