She bit her lips, looking down at the empty luggage in front of her, and suddenly smiled.
This was probably for the best.
She didn't need to take anything with her; leaving this place was enough...
Stella York's gaze fell on the group photo by the bedside. Her palm tightened, she stepped forward, picked up the photo frame, and prepared to leave.
If there was anything here she wanted to take with her, it would be just this photo that proved her existence...
"Bang—" Stella York had just pulled open the door when she bumped into Lucas Scott's strong chest.
Lucas Scott had been standing outside the door at some point, and his cold, malicious eyes swept over their bedroom before landing on the luggage thrown in front of the wardrobe, and then, he noticed the photo frame in her hands.
His pupils tightened.
He reached out and snatched the photo frame from her embrace.
