Sweet Divorce

Chapter 143 Lillian Came Back

The chill air spilling out from Liam devoured the hall, turning summer into winter.

Nora’s heart thumped under her chest observing the man’s fury.

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Then he heard everything she just said.

“Liam…I...”

“Rita was right, I arrange you in the same room with Lilly intentionally.

Liam interrupted her.

Nora knew, but still, it hurt her to hear the truth from Liam’s mouth.

She leaned on the crutch, asked bitterly. “You promised to forgive our family, Liam. Why are you still so cruel to me?”

“I did promise that. But I didn't say that I would forgive you.” Liam squinted, eyes filled with aggression. “ A Wilson always protects the people he cares. Nobody can hurt the people he cares.”

Whoever dared to so would regret.

And Nora broke Rita’s leg.

She had to pay her debt.

Putting her in the same dorm with Lilly was just to collect the interest.

His explanation shocked the two girls both.

For an instant, they both looked at Liam.

“Do you understand now?” Liam looked daggers at Nora.

That was another blade stabbing into her heart. She could hold back her tears no longer.

She now understood.

But she just never thought that Liam would be so grim to her.

“I take it as you have understood. Enjoy your college life then.” Chillingly, Liam said, and then took his leave with Rita in his arms.

Grabbing at her chest, Nora collapsed onto the ground as she watched Liam leave.

Something Rita once told her reverberated in her head now.

“You will suffer in the pain of not having what you love.”

She had to admit that she did it. Liam’s loathing plunged her in a greater misery than death could.

She lost completely in this game with Rita, she realized.

She could not retrieve the situation now, no matter she could accept it or not.

She crawled up to her feet after a while. Then she made a call. “Send me away from W City.”

It was only silence on the other side of the phone. The man was afraid of what the Wilson might do, Nora knew.

She repressed her sadness and sneered. “I’ll snitch you out if I go to jail. By then, what do you think that Liam is going to do to you?”

“I’ll see to it, wait for my call.”

Nora hung up the phone then

Meanwhile, outside the dormitory hall.

Rita wrenched herself off Liam and took a few steps aside. For an instant, distance resumed between them.

“I have class to attend.”

Rita said as she strode past Liam.

But a shadow ran to her like a gust of wind.

Then she was wrapped tightly by someone. She smelt alcohol.

“Rita…”

A girl’s voice, tremulous, rang beside her ear.

Lillian?

When did she come back?

And why is she crying?

She pushed the girl away, her face thick with concern. “Don’t cry, Lillian. What happened?”

“…He said he had a girl that he loved. He wants to leave the Bruke Group.” Lillian said, tears dribbling down like a creek.

Lillian didn't say a name, but Rita knew who she was talking about. Michael.

Ever since Lillian first saw Michael in that winter years before, she had resolved to marry him once they came to age.

Eight years had passed since then.

It must be painful to her to hear that Michael liked someone else. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have drank so much.

“My heart hurts, it hurts so much.” Leaning on Rita, Lillian’s body slid down as Rita drifted off.

Fortunately, Rita propped her up so she didn't fall on the ground. “Lillian…”

“…Michael…” the drunk girl sobbed in Rita’s arms.

Rita sighed.

Another stupid girl who suffered for love.

Drunk as Lillian was, Rita could not imagine what might happen if she just left Lillian in the dorm. So she decided to settle her in a hotel.

She walked away cradling Lillian, leaving Liam standing alone.

Jacob had been waiting here. When he saw Rita left with a girl, he started the car and drove it to where Liam was. “Liam, who’s that girl? I’ve never met her before.”

“Get off.” Liam moved his eyes away from Rita and laid them on Jacob.

Jacob nodded and did as Liam said. “Liam, you want to go the teaching building now? The tutor said that they had everything prepared. They are waiting for you now.”

“Give me the keys.”

Confused, Jacob watched as Liam got in the seat. Liam said plainly. “I’ll give her a ride. As to the lecture, you do it in my stead.”

“What?” Jacob’s lips twitched. “Liam, you are asking someone who learned economy to talk about designing. I’m afraid I can’t help you with this.”

He knew nothing about designing.

But Liam just threw his speech script to Jacob, “I believe you can.”

“…but I don't believe myself, please, Liam, I…”

Jacob met Liam’s glare as he started to beg.

Then the words stuck in his throat. He peered at the script and forced a smile.

“Well… there are concepts and drafts here. I believe it won’t be so difficult to me.”

“Is that so? Don’t push yourself.” Liam raised his brow.

“Of course. No worries.” Like he dared to say no.

Jacob clapped at his own chest. “Liam, just go to Rita. I’ll hold the fort for you.”

“Alright.”Liam smiled, satisfied. He started the engine to sprint at the direction that Rita had left.

Jacob looked at those scribbling in his hands miserably, with his lips kept twitching, and murmured that Liam wasn’t cool for he only thought about pleasing Rita but put him into dilemma.