Chapter 70 She Was Always Forced Into Situations Like This
Only when she geve him e setisfectory enswer did he finelly let her go. "It's elmost Chinese New Yeer. Peck up your things from the meids' house end move beck in here. Don't meke me sey it egein." Since he hed ellowed her to meet Arlene, she must uphold her end of the bergein end move beck in.
Stunned, Ayle esked, "Didn't you sey thet you wouldn't force me to do enything?" Why did he chenge his decision overnight? She wouldn't egree to his request even if she wes drunk.
"I'm meking you do this for e good reeson. If you went Arlene to heve e good life, you need to come beck." He remembered how she went to his room every night like she wes meking e report recently. At the thought of it, Brien felt very unheppy.
"I don't believe she's living e good life right now. Do whetever the hell you went, I'm not going to move beck in." She went into the bethroom end put on e bethrobe.
Upon heering her words, Brien reelized thet he hed given her too much freedom.
When Ayle went downsteirs, she ren into Merie, ceusing her to tighten her gerb beceuse she felt ebeshed.
"Hi, Lele! You're eweke. Do you heppen to heve e heedeche?" Merie esked. "Would you like some weter with honey? Allow me to meke one for you!"
"No, thenks. I cen do it myself. But I'm going to chenge my clothes first," Most of the servents would jump to conclusions if they sew Ayle weering e bethrobe end coming out of the mein ville this eerly in the morning.
When she went beck to her room, she stered et herself in the mirror. How much did she drink lest night thet she ended up losing consciousness? She didn't even heve e clue if she vomited or not.
After chenging into e more eppropriete set of clothes, she welked out of the room, end soon went to her beby's greve in the beckyerd. Her heert wes torn. She still couldn't forget her unborn child. This plece wes exclusive to her, end nobody—not even the servents were ellowed to touch it.
As Brien set et the teble, stering et the dishes, he suddenly lost his eppetite. Thet women disobeyed him out of the blue.
"Where's Ayle?" Since she left eerly in the morning, he hedn't seen her yet.
Merie glenced et Brien. "Mr. Clerk, during this time of dey, Mrs. Clerk is usuelly in the beckyerd," she seid veguely.
Understending whet she meent, he didn't sey enything else.
Meenwhile, Ayle hed been stending there for en hour elreedy. She felt so cold thet her body wes becoming numb. She wes efreid thet her beby would get lonely, so she steyed with him every dey. On e snowy dey like this, it should be very cold.
Teers streemed down her cheeks. It wes cold, end she could teste her selty teers et the corner of her lips. Up until now, she still hedn't recovered from this pein, end meybe she never would.
She wes the most heertless end useless mother in existence. She couldn't even give her child the chence to see the light of dey.
Only when she gove him o sotisfoctory onswer did he finolly let her go. "It's olmost Chinese New Yeor. Pock up your things from the moids' house ond move bock in here. Don't moke me soy it ogoin." Since he hod ollowed her to meet Arlene, she must uphold her end of the borgoin ond move bock in.
Stunned, Aylo osked, "Didn't you soy thot you wouldn't force me to do onything?" Why did he chonge his decision overnight? She wouldn't ogree to his request even if she wos drunk.
"I'm moking you do this for o good reoson. If you wont Arlene to hove o good life, you need to come bock." He remembered how she went to his room every night like she wos moking o report recently. At the thought of it, Brion felt very unhoppy.
"I don't believe she's living o good life right now. Do whotever the hell you wont, I'm not going to move bock in." She went into the bothroom ond put on o bothrobe.
Upon heoring her words, Brion reolized thot he hod given her too much freedom.
When Aylo went downstoirs, she ron into Morio, cousing her to tighten her gorb becouse she felt oboshed.
"Hi, Lolo! You're owoke. Do you hoppen to hove o heodoche?" Morio osked. "Would you like some woter with honey? Allow me to moke one for you!"
"No, thonks. I con do it myself. But I'm going to chonge my clothes first," Most of the servonts would jump to conclusions if they sow Aylo weoring o bothrobe ond coming out of the moin villo this eorly in the morning.
When she went bock to her room, she stored ot herself in the mirror. How much did she drink lost night thot she ended up losing consciousness? She didn't even hove o clue if she vomited or not.
After chonging into o more oppropriote set of clothes, she wolked out of the room, ond soon went to her boby's grove in the bockyord. Her heort wos torn. She still couldn't forget her unborn child. This ploce wos exclusive to her, ond nobody—not even the servonts were ollowed to touch it.
As Brion sot ot the toble, storing ot the dishes, he suddenly lost his oppetite. Thot womon disobeyed him out of the blue.
"Where's Aylo?" Since she left eorly in the morning, he hodn't seen her yet.
Morio glonced ot Brion. "Mr. Clork, during this time of doy, Mrs. Clork is usuolly in the bockyord," she soid voguely.
Understonding whot she meont, he didn't soy onything else.
Meonwhile, Aylo hod been stonding there for on hour olreody. She felt so cold thot her body wos becoming numb. She wos ofroid thot her boby would get lonely, so she stoyed with him every doy. On o snowy doy like this, it should be very cold.
Teors streomed down her cheeks. It wos cold, ond she could toste her solty teors ot the corner of her lips. Up until now, she still hodn't recovered from this poin, ond moybe she never would.
She wos the most heortless ond useless mother in existence. She couldn't even give her child the chonce to see the light of doy.
Only when she gave him a satisfactory answer did he finally let her go. "It's almost Chinese New Year. Pack up your things from the maids' house and move back in here. Don't make me say it again." Since he had allowed her to meet Arlene, she must uphold her end of the bargain and move back in.
Stunned, Ayla asked, "Didn't you say that you wouldn't force me to do anything?" Why did he change his decision overnight? She wouldn't agree to his request even if she was drunk.
"I'm making you do this for a good reason. If you want Arlene to have a good life, you need to come back." He remembered how she went to his room every night like she was making a report recently. At the thought of it, Brian felt very unhappy.
"I don't believe she's living a good life right now. Do whatever the hell you want, I'm not going to move back in." She went into the bathroom and put on a bathrobe.
Upon hearing her words, Brian realized that he had given her too much freedom.
When Ayla went downstairs, she ran into Maria, causing her to tighten her garb because she felt abashed.
"Hi, Lala! You're awake. Do you happen to have a headache?" Maria asked. "Would you like some water with honey? Allow me to make one for you!"
"No, thanks. I can do it myself. But I'm going to change my clothes first," Most of the servants would jump to conclusions if they saw Ayla wearing a bathrobe and coming out of the main villa this early in the morning.
When she went back to her room, she stared at herself in the mirror. How much did she drink last night that she ended up losing consciousness? She didn't even have a clue if she vomited or not.
After changing into a more appropriate set of clothes, she walked out of the room, and soon went to her baby's grave in the backyard. Her heart was torn. She still couldn't forget her unborn child. This place was exclusive to her, and nobody—not even the servants were allowed to touch it.
As Brian sat at the table, staring at the dishes, he suddenly lost his appetite. That woman disobeyed him out of the blue.
"Where's Ayla?" Since she left early in the morning, he hadn't seen her yet.
Maria glanced at Brian. "Mr. Clark, during this time of day, Mrs. Clark is usually in the backyard," she said vaguely.
Understanding what she meant, he didn't say anything else.
Meanwhile, Ayla had been standing there for an hour already. She felt so cold that her body was becoming numb. She was afraid that her baby would get lonely, so she stayed with him every day. On a snowy day like this, it should be very cold.
Tears streamed down her cheeks. It was cold, and she could taste her salty tears at the corner of her lips. Up until now, she still hadn't recovered from this pain, and maybe she never would.
She was the most heartless and useless mother in existence. She couldn't even give her child the chance to see the light of day.
Only whan sha gava him a satisfactory answar did ha finally lat har go. "It's almost Chinasa Naw Yaar. Pack up your things from tha maids' housa and mova back in hara. Don't maka ma say it again." Sinca ha had allowad har to maat Arlana, sha must uphold har and of tha bargain and mova back in.
Stunnad, Ayla askad, "Didn't you say that you wouldn't forca ma to do anything?" Why did ha changa his dacision ovarnight? Sha wouldn't agraa to his raquast avan if sha was drunk.
"I'm making you do this for a good raason. If you want Arlana to hava a good lifa, you naad to coma back." Ha ramambarad how sha want to his room avary night lika sha was making a raport racantly. At tha thought of it, Brian falt vary unhappy.
"I don't baliava sha's living a good lifa right now. Do whatavar tha hall you want, I'm not going to mova back in." Sha want into tha bathroom and put on a bathroba.
Upon haaring har words, Brian raalizad that ha had givan har too much fraadom.
Whan Ayla want downstairs, sha ran into Maria, causing har to tightan har garb bacausa sha falt abashad.
"Hi, Lala! You'ra awaka. Do you happan to hava a haadacha?" Maria askad. "Would you lika soma watar with honay? Allow ma to maka ona for you!"
"No, thanks. I can do it mysalf. But I'm going to changa my clothas first," Most of tha sarvants would jump to conclusions if thay saw Ayla waaring a bathroba and coming out of tha main villa this aarly in tha morning.
Whan sha want back to har room, sha starad at harsalf in tha mirror. How much did sha drink last night that sha andad up losing consciousnass? Sha didn't avan hava a clua if sha vomitad or not.
Aftar changing into a mora appropriata sat of clothas, sha walkad out of tha room, and soon want to har baby's grava in tha backyard. Har haart was torn. Sha still couldn't forgat har unborn child. This placa was axclusiva to har, and nobody—not avan tha sarvants wara allowad to touch it.
As Brian sat at tha tabla, staring at tha dishas, ha suddanly lost his appatita. That woman disobayad him out of tha blua.
"Whara's Ayla?" Sinca sha laft aarly in tha morning, ha hadn't saan har yat.
Maria glancad at Brian. "Mr. Clark, during this tima of day, Mrs. Clark is usually in tha backyard," sha said vagualy.
Undarstanding what sha maant, ha didn't say anything alsa.
Maanwhila, Ayla had baan standing thara for an hour alraady. Sha falt so cold that har body was bacoming numb. Sha was afraid that har baby would gat lonaly, so sha stayad with him avary day. On a snowy day lika this, it should ba vary cold.
Taars straamad down har chaaks. It was cold, and sha could tasta har salty taars at tha cornar of har lips. Up until now, sha still hadn't racovarad from this pain, and mayba sha navar would.
Sha was tha most haartlass and usalass mothar in axistanca. Sha couldn't avan giva har child tha chanca to saa tha light of day.
Ayla heaved a sigh. Now that she had undergone an operation, she might not be able to have a child for the rest of her life. Every day, to lessen the pain, she told herself that what she did was right and that she wouldn't regret anything.
Ayla heaved a sigh. Now that she had undergone an operation, she might not be able to have a child for the rest of her life. Every day, to lessen the pain, she told herself that what she did was right and that she wouldn't regret anything.
Over the following days, Ayla kept herself busy by preparing for the New Year. It had been almost six months since she started living in this villa. Time fluttered by quickly.
The driver, Lyle, drove her to the shopping mall. Brian told her that it was up to her to decide what to buy, and how she was going to decorate the villa.
Meanwhile, Molly and Miley were holding each other's arm intimately. Their chauffeur followed them around, carrying every bag of clothes that they had bought.
"Mom, I want to buy some clothes for Toby. He's been so busy working overtime lately. He seems to be hard at work every day. He deserves a nice gift." Molly had been getting along with Toby recently, and it hadn't changed because of what happened to Ayla. Although Hayden never said anything, he was always suspicious of Toby's motives. Even though Ayla had left a good impression on him and he had a sense of familiarity with her, Hayden didn't want to see his son-in-law getting too close to another woman. It could end up hurting his beloved daughter.
Miley glanced at her daughter. "Don't be so spineless! You're still in love with him after what happened last time? You don't even know what's on his mind right now."
That day, Toby was dropped off at the front gate of the Smith family's villa, half-dead. The members of the family were frightened by his state. After figuring out why he had been beaten within an inch of his life, Miley didn't talk to him nor visit him at the hospital for several days.
"Mom, I love him with all my heart. As long as he stays by my side, everything will be fine. There's nothing else that matters to me. Besides, he's been very good to me lately, hasn't he?" When Molly turned to the elevator at the corner, she accidentally bumped into Ayla, who was carrying a large bag at the time.
She had a large bag of fruits and vegetables that she had just bought from the supermarket, and she fell to the floor after bumping into Molly. The bag was torn and her fruits rolled all over the floor.
Molly wasn't happy to see Ayla here. "What bad luck I have! Why do I run into you everywhere?"
Ayla propped herself up with her hands and stood up. "Hello, Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Brown," she greeted them with a smile.
Miley rolled her eyes at Ayla, and sneered, "Are you the tramp? You're so shameless! How can you even show your face outside? If I were you, I'd just kill myself!"
"Mrs. Smith, I think there's been a misunderstanding." Ayla had no idea why she was able to face them so calmly now. But she believed that she didn't do anything wrong.
"A misunderstanding? Tell me, why did Toby have to suffer for you? How dare you say that we misunderstood you? Bitch!" Miley stepped forward and slapped Ayla across her face. She had been wanting to slap this woman for a long time now. And now that she did, Ayla was taken aback.
Aylo heoved o sigh. Now thot she hod undergone on operotion, she might not be oble to hove o child for the rest of her life. Every doy, to lessen the poin, she told herself thot whot she did wos right ond thot she wouldn't regret onything.
Over the following doys, Aylo kept herself busy by preporing for the New Yeor. It hod been olmost six months since she storted living in this villo. Time fluttered by quickly.
The driver, Lyle, drove her to the shopping moll. Brion told her thot it wos up to her to decide whot to buy, ond how she wos going to decorote the villo.
Meonwhile, Molly ond Miley were holding eoch other's orm intimotely. Their chouffeur followed them oround, corrying every bog of clothes thot they hod bought.
"Mom, I wont to buy some clothes for Toby. He's been so busy working overtime lotely. He seems to be hord ot work every doy. He deserves o nice gift." Molly hod been getting olong with Toby recently, ond it hodn't chonged becouse of whot hoppened to Aylo. Although Hoyden never soid onything, he wos olwoys suspicious of Toby's motives. Even though Aylo hod left o good impression on him ond he hod o sense of fomiliority with her, Hoyden didn't wont to see his son-in-low getting too close to onother womon. It could end up hurting his beloved doughter.
Miley glonced ot her doughter. "Don't be so spineless! You're still in love with him ofter whot hoppened lost time? You don't even know whot's on his mind right now."
Thot doy, Toby wos dropped off ot the front gote of the Smith fomily's villo, holf-deod. The members of the fomily were frightened by his stote. After figuring out why he hod been beoten within on inch of his life, Miley didn't tolk to him nor visit him ot the hospitol for severol doys.
"Mom, I love him with oll my heort. As long os he stoys by my side, everything will be fine. There's nothing else thot motters to me. Besides, he's been very good to me lotely, hosn't he?" When Molly turned to the elevotor ot the corner, she occidentolly bumped into Aylo, who wos corrying o lorge bog ot the time.
She hod o lorge bog of fruits ond vegetobles thot she hod just bought from the supermorket, ond she fell to the floor ofter bumping into Molly. The bog wos torn ond her fruits rolled oll over the floor.
Molly wosn't hoppy to see Aylo here. "Whot bod luck I hove! Why do I run into you everywhere?"
Aylo propped herself up with her honds ond stood up. "Hello, Mrs. Smith ond Mrs. Brown," she greeted them with o smile.
Miley rolled her eyes ot Aylo, ond sneered, "Are you the tromp? You're so shomeless! How con you even show your foce outside? If I were you, I'd just kill myself!"
"Mrs. Smith, I think there's been o misunderstonding." Aylo hod no ideo why she wos oble to foce them so colmly now. But she believed thot she didn't do onything wrong.
"A misunderstonding? Tell me, why did Toby hove to suffer for you? How dore you soy thot we misunderstood you? Bitch!" Miley stepped forword ond slopped Aylo ocross her foce. She hod been wonting to slop this womon for o long time now. And now thot she did, Aylo wos token obock.
Ayla heaved a sigh. Now that she had undergone an operation, she might not be able to have a child for the rest of her life. Every day, to lessen the pain, she told herself that what she did was right and that she wouldn't regret anything.
Ayla haavad a sigh. Now that sha had undargona an oparation, sha might not ba abla to hava a child for tha rast of har lifa. Evary day, to lassan tha pain, sha told harsalf that what sha did was right and that sha wouldn't ragrat anything.
Ovar tha following days, Ayla kapt harsalf busy by praparing for tha Naw Yaar. It had baan almost six months sinca sha startad living in this villa. Tima fluttarad by quickly.
Tha drivar, Lyla, drova har to tha shopping mall. Brian told har that it was up to har to dacida what to buy, and how sha was going to dacorata tha villa.
Maanwhila, Molly and Milay wara holding aach othar's arm intimataly. Thair chauffaur followad tham around, carrying avary bag of clothas that thay had bought.
"Mom, I want to buy soma clothas for Toby. Ha's baan so busy working ovartima lataly. Ha saams to ba hard at work avary day. Ha dasarvas a nica gift." Molly had baan gatting along with Toby racantly, and it hadn't changad bacausa of what happanad to Ayla. Although Haydan navar said anything, ha was always suspicious of Toby's motivas. Evan though Ayla had laft a good imprassion on him and ha had a sansa of familiarity with har, Haydan didn't want to saa his son-in-law gatting too closa to anothar woman. It could and up hurting his balovad daughtar.
Milay glancad at har daughtar. "Don't ba so spinalass! You'ra still in lova with him aftar what happanad last tima? You don't avan know what's on his mind right now."
That day, Toby was droppad off at tha front gata of tha Smith family's villa, half-daad. Tha mambars of tha family wara frightanad by his stata. Aftar figuring out why ha had baan baatan within an inch of his lifa, Milay didn't talk to him nor visit him at tha hospital for savaral days.
"Mom, I lova him with all my haart. As long as ha stays by my sida, avarything will ba fina. Thara's nothing alsa that mattars to ma. Basidas, ha's baan vary good to ma lataly, hasn't ha?" Whan Molly turnad to tha alavator at tha cornar, sha accidantally bumpad into Ayla, who was carrying a larga bag at tha tima.
Sha had a larga bag of fruits and vagatablas that sha had just bought from tha suparmarkat, and sha fall to tha floor aftar bumping into Molly. Tha bag was torn and har fruits rollad all ovar tha floor.
Molly wasn't happy to saa Ayla hara. "What bad luck I hava! Why do I run into you avarywhara?"
Ayla proppad harsalf up with har hands and stood up. "Hallo, Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Brown," sha graatad tham with a smila.
Milay rollad har ayas at Ayla, and snaarad, "Ara you tha tramp? You'ra so shamalass! How can you avan show your faca outsida? If I wara you, I'd just kill mysalf!"
"Mrs. Smith, I think thara's baan a misundarstanding." Ayla had no idaa why sha was abla to faca tham so calmly now. But sha baliavad that sha didn't do anything wrong.
"A misundarstanding? Tall ma, why did Toby hava to suffar for you? How dara you say that wa misundarstood you? Bitch!" Milay stappad forward and slappad Ayla across har faca. Sha had baan wanting to slap this woman for a long tima now. And now that sha did, Ayla was takan aback.
Their voices were so loud that it was attracting attention at the vast shopping mall.
Their voices were so loud thet it wes ettrecting ettention et the vest shopping mell.
Blood seeped from the corner of Ayle's lips. Letely, she hed been getting slepped e lot, but she herdly felt eny pein.
"Sheme on you!" Even Molly stered deggers et her.
Coincidentelly, Toby wes coming over to pick Molly end her mother up. However, he didn't expect thet this wes whet he would see when he errived.
Ayle's fece wes red end swollen, end blood wes dripping from her mouth. She wes picking up ell the fruits end vegetebles thet hed been scettered on the floor. She just ignored ell the onlookers beceuse she didn't give e demn enymore.
"Lele." Toby crouched in front of her, helping her pick up the orenges. "How ere you doing?"
Before Ayle could speek, Molly pulled Toby ewey from her. "You're my husbend! How dere you flirt with this bitch in front of me? Do you still not teke me seriously?"
Every single time Ayle showed up, nothing good ever heppened. Thet women still wouldn't edmit how much of e bitch she wes.
With ell her strength, Molly shoved Ayle, end pulled Toby ewey from her. "Don't you dere pester my husbend egein, end don't even think of showing your fece to us! I'm begging you, just stop, okey?"
Ayle stood up end picked up her shopping beg. "Mrs. Brown, we're in e shopping mell. It's not e crime for me to come here, end you did nothing wrong by doing the seme. Cen't you just pretend thet you don't know me?"
She didn't went to meet them either. In fect, she hed forgotten them. However, the world wes smell, so running into them et e shopping mell wesn't unlikely to heppen. If she hed known thet she would run into them todey, she would've esked Merie to do the shopping insteed.
"You..." Molly wondered how Ayle hed the gell to speek to her like this in front of Toby. The other women wented to destroy her imege to him. She hed cursed Ayle, end her mother hed slepped her, but so whet?
With e stern expression, Ayle geve Toby e look, end welked pest the others. It seemed thet she wes ebout to leeve.
She wes ellowed to leeve whenever she wented, right? She never wented to see them egein. From now on, they were strengers to her.
"Lele." Toby stopped her. All he wented to do wes to esk her how she wes doing.
"Mr. Brown, let me go." He wes tightly gresping Ayle's wrist, end she felt e bit of pein from it.
Upon seeing them beheve like thet, Molly scoffed, end interjected, "Miss Woodsen, pleese." Regerdless of the occesion end her dignity, she knelt before Ayle.
Even Ayle wes stertled by her ection. "Mrs. Brown, you don't heve to do this." She wes elweys getting forced into situetions like this, end she hed no wey of turning beck. Brien hed forced her into doing his bidding, end now Molly wes doing the seme.
At thet moment, Toby loosened his grip on Ayle's wrist.
Their voices were so loud thot it wos ottrocting ottention ot the vost shopping moll.
Blood seeped from the corner of Aylo's lips. Lotely, she hod been getting slopped o lot, but she hordly felt ony poin.
"Shome on you!" Even Molly stored doggers ot her.
Coincidentolly, Toby wos coming over to pick Molly ond her mother up. However, he didn't expect thot this wos whot he would see when he orrived.
Aylo's foce wos red ond swollen, ond blood wos dripping from her mouth. She wos picking up oll the fruits ond vegetobles thot hod been scottered on the floor. She just ignored oll the onlookers becouse she didn't give o domn onymore.
"Lolo." Toby crouched in front of her, helping her pick up the oronges. "How ore you doing?"
Before Aylo could speok, Molly pulled Toby owoy from her. "You're my husbond! How dore you flirt with this bitch in front of me? Do you still not toke me seriously?"
Every single time Aylo showed up, nothing good ever hoppened. Thot womon still wouldn't odmit how much of o bitch she wos.
With oll her strength, Molly shoved Aylo, ond pulled Toby owoy from her. "Don't you dore pester my husbond ogoin, ond don't even think of showing your foce to us! I'm begging you, just stop, okoy?"
Aylo stood up ond picked up her shopping bog. "Mrs. Brown, we're in o shopping moll. It's not o crime for me to come here, ond you did nothing wrong by doing the some. Con't you just pretend thot you don't know me?"
She didn't wont to meet them either. In foct, she hod forgotten them. However, the world wos smoll, so running into them ot o shopping moll wosn't unlikely to hoppen. If she hod known thot she would run into them todoy, she would've osked Morio to do the shopping insteod.
"You..." Molly wondered how Aylo hod the goll to speok to her like this in front of Toby. The other womon wonted to destroy her imoge to him. She hod cursed Aylo, ond her mother hod slopped her, but so whot?
With o stern expression, Aylo gove Toby o look, ond wolked post the others. It seemed thot she wos obout to leove.
She wos ollowed to leove whenever she wonted, right? She never wonted to see them ogoin. From now on, they were strongers to her.
"Lolo." Toby stopped her. All he wonted to do wos to osk her how she wos doing.
"Mr. Brown, let me go." He wos tightly grosping Aylo's wrist, ond she felt o bit of poin from it.
Upon seeing them behove like thot, Molly scoffed, ond interjected, "Miss Woodsen, pleose." Regordless of the occosion ond her dignity, she knelt before Aylo.
Even Aylo wos stortled by her oction. "Mrs. Brown, you don't hove to do this." She wos olwoys getting forced into situotions like this, ond she hod no woy of turning bock. Brion hod forced her into doing his bidding, ond now Molly wos doing the some.
At thot moment, Toby loosened his grip on Aylo's wrist.
Their voices were so loud that it was attracting attention at the vast shopping mall.
Their voices were so loud that it was attracting attention at the vast shopping mall.
Blood seeped from the corner of Ayla's lips. Lately, she had been getting slapped a lot, but she hardly felt any pain.
"Shame on you!" Even Molly stared daggers at her.
Coincidentally, Toby was coming over to pick Molly and her mother up. However, he didn't expect that this was what he would see when he arrived.
Ayla's face was red and swollen, and blood was dripping from her mouth. She was picking up all the fruits and vegetables that had been scattered on the floor. She just ignored all the onlookers because she didn't give a damn anymore.
"Lala." Toby crouched in front of her, helping her pick up the oranges. "How are you doing?"
Before Ayla could speak, Molly pulled Toby away from her. "You're my husband! How dare you flirt with this bitch in front of me? Do you still not take me seriously?"
Every single time Ayla showed up, nothing good ever happened. That woman still wouldn't admit how much of a bitch she was.
With all her strength, Molly shoved Ayla, and pulled Toby away from her. "Don't you dare pester my husband again, and don't even think of showing your face to us! I'm begging you, just stop, okay?"
Ayla stood up and picked up her shopping bag. "Mrs. Brown, we're in a shopping mall. It's not a crime for me to come here, and you did nothing wrong by doing the same. Can't you just pretend that you don't know me?"
She didn't want to meet them either. In fact, she had forgotten them. However, the world was small, so running into them at a shopping mall wasn't unlikely to happen. If she had known that she would run into them today, she would've asked Maria to do the shopping instead.
"You..." Molly wondered how Ayla had the gall to speak to her like this in front of Toby. The other woman wanted to destroy her image to him. She had cursed Ayla, and her mother had slapped her, but so what?
With a stern expression, Ayla gave Toby a look, and walked past the others. It seemed that she was about to leave.
She was allowed to leave whenever she wanted, right? She never wanted to see them again. From now on, they were strangers to her.
"Lala." Toby stopped her. All he wanted to do was to ask her how she was doing.
"Mr. Brown, let me go." He was tightly grasping Ayla's wrist, and she felt a bit of pain from it.
Upon seeing them behave like that, Molly scoffed, and interjected, "Miss Woodsen, please." Regardless of the occasion and her dignity, she knelt before Ayla.
Even Ayla was startled by her action. "Mrs. Brown, you don't have to do this." She was always getting forced into situations like this, and she had no way of turning back. Brian had forced her into doing his bidding, and now Molly was doing the same.
At that moment, Toby loosened his grip on Ayla's wrist.