Madam Lu had been unable to settle since Yue Ling left the sitting room.
'I can't do this.'
Those four simple words continued echoing in her mind.
There had been something painfully final about the way Yue Ling said them, and the more Madam Lu thought about it, the more uneasy she became.
Had she said something wrong?
Had the endless discussions overwhelmed the girl?
Perhaps she had been too enthusiastic, pushing her own ideas without considering what Yue Ling truly wanted.
Her gaze drifted toward the scattered wedding preparations.
The photographs, invitations, guest lists, and floral arrangements that had seemed so exciting only moments earlier now filled her with regret.
What if Yue Ling no longer wanted to marry her son?
The thought made her heart sink.
She had seen the look on Lu Tian's face when Yue Ling walked out. Her son had gone after his wife without another word, but the hurt in his eyes had been unmistakable.
Madam Lu clasped her hands together.
