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Chapter 1298
Although she was young, Hope knew the difference between comfort and hardship.
In this home, even though they weren't her blood relatives, everyone treated her kindly. She felt safe here. She could play in the garden without constantly preparing to flee with her family.
If they sent her back, she would be alone, wandering the streets. She would never see her family again, especially since she hadn't completed her mission.
As despair sank in, Hope pleaded, "I know I was wrong. I won't do it again, I swear. Please, let me stay here. I promise I won't hurt anyone."
She could even accept that Orion might never play with her again, as long as she could stay.
"It's too late for that. I don't believe you," Orion said, moving closer to Nina. Last time, he had pleaded on Hope's behalf. This time, it was the opposite.
He shook his head at his parents. "Mom, Dad, please don't let her stay. I'm afraid she'll hurt my sister again."
This had happened once, and it could easily happen again.
Nash picked Orion up. "We're taking her to the embassy now. What happens after that is no longer our concern. They'll make sure she's sent back to her country."
He and Nina weren't saints. If Hope had been honest from the start, they would have done everything they could to help her. But Gemma had come so close to death, barely surviving the ordeal. Forgiving Hope now would feel like betraying their own daughter. Hope tried to beg, cry, and resist, but Nina had no patience left. She grabbed Hope, pulled her up from the ground, and pushed her into the car. With Hope's sobs echoing in the back, they drove toward the embassy.
Meanwhile, Lydia was determined to leave, despite Quincy's attempts to stop her.
"I've packed everything," she said, holding a suitcase. "Quincy, we've known each other for so long. Don't you know my character by now? Or is it that your heart is already full of someone else, leaving no me?"
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"Lydia, don't say that," Quincy replied, pain evident in his eyes.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.
How had things come to this? First, they lost their child, and now Lydia was leaving.
Their family was falling apart. He hated himself for his indecision. He should have never stayed. He should have left the moment he got what he needed. But regrets were useless now. All he could do was try to make things right.
"Nothing happened between me and that woman. I pushed her away, and I was..."
"Stop. I don't want to hear any of it," Lydia cut him off, her eyes brimming with tears tinged with bitter sarcasm.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed Quincy could betray her. And now, after all that, he had the nerve to act like the victim?
With a biting tone, she scoffed, "If you'd gone into acting, you'd probably have an award by now. But this is a home, not a stage, and it's not your place to put on a show. Now, move."
She picked up her suitcase and
started forward. Quincy moved to block her path, but she stopped him with just a single statement, “Quincy, I'll say this one last time. You know me, and you know my principles. Don't give me a reason to hate you for the rest of my life."