Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 390

"Coward! Why wouldn't you answer my questions from last time?"

Scarlett's eyes reddened. She'd been uncomfortable ever since that night, trying to figure out Steven's true feelings but getting nowhere.

Lost in thought, she'd wandered into St. Ritz.

"Scarlett, it's not that I didn't want to answer. I just didn't know how," Steven said dejectedly, placing a cup of water in front of her.

Scarlett pressed on. "Why did you suddenly show up that night telling me to break up with him?"

Steven's fingers trembled. "Because we've already... it means you're mine, and I'm yours."

"So do you like me?"

Steven looked up sharply, startled by her question, unsure how to respond.

Scarlett shook her head. "I'll ask again - are you saying these things out of obligation, or because you actually like me?"

Steven remained silent for a long while.

Just as Scarlett was about to give up, he finally spoke.

"Scarlett, don't go. I'm not sure if what I'm feeling counts as love, but when I can't see you, I keep wondering what you're doing. Every night when I can't sleep, I think about you. But whenever I see you, all the words I've planned just disappear," Steven said urgently.

Scarlett nodded, understanding. Steven looked at her earnestly and said softly, "Listen, I really do like you."

"What did you say?" Scarlett's eyes widened, clearly caught off guard.

Steven patiently repeated, his voice gentle, "I said, I like you."

But no matter how much it hurt, her mother had left. Neither her brother James nor her mother would ever come back for her. If she wanted to leave this wretched place, there was only one way.

That night, the hospital was eerily silent. The nurses had given everyone sleeping pills, ensuring an unusual calm.

Lucy reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bottle of pills she had stolen from a nurse’s pocket during their shift.

It was a full bottle of sleeping pills. She poured them all out into her palm, the tablets spilling across the table in front of her.

She didn’t want to end things in a gruesome, violent way. She didn’t want to push her mother using this method.

The small pills glinted under the dim light as she grabbed a handful and stuffed them into her mouth.

This time, she believed her mother would feel regret—true, unbearable regret.