Lucy Ansley never showed her vulnerable side to anyone, including Leila Bennett, whom she regarded as her sister.
When a strong exterior encases all the pain, it becomes invincible, yet it also learns to endure alone.
Until someone softly whispered—your past didn't include me.
The long-held strength and hardness crumbled in an instant.
Countless grievances and heartaches surged, all turning into a whisper that seemed like a complaint: Why didn't you appear sooner…
After speaking, Lucy turned her face away, her eyes reddening more and more.
She couldn't remember the last time she cried, perhaps not long ago, perhaps a long, long time ago.
But tonight, under the man's deep and focused gaze, her emotions, which were always calm, broke down just like that.
"Let me go back…" to the room first.
Lucy instinctively wanted to hide, whether to adjust her emotions or use it as an excuse; she simply didn't want Henry Ronan to see this weakness deeply embedded in her bones.
