Chapter 97
Mayra kept her head down, silent as a mouse. It felt like a ton of bricks were weighing down her chest.
Did Anderson eventually choose to send her away when she harmed Isabel in her previous life because of what happened to his mother?
Thinking back on the wrongs she committed against Isabel in her previous life, Mayra couldn’t help but feel rotten to the core.
She had caused Isabel’s accident, almost crippling her, then drugged her to make her miscarry. She had constantly schemed to separate the couple.
Her actions were no different from those of the homewrecker who killed Anderson’s mother.
It was entirely her fault. No one else, not even Anderson, could be blamed. Everything that happened in her previous life was her own doing.
Mayra pointed to the question on the test paper that she couldn’t figure out. Holding back her tears, she choked out the words, “So… are you going to marry Isabel?”
When she asked that question, Anderson was writing behind a discarded contract. Hearing that, he paused in his actions and fell silent.
In fact, the answer was already quite clear.
No wonder Anderson had worn that look of disgust and resistance when she confessed her feelings.
He knew he was bound by his engagement, so he couldn’t marry another. Otherwise, why would Sonia have already picked out his future wife for him when he was just a kid and raised her by his side? If it hadn’t been for that accident, Anderson wouldn’t have been separated from Isabel for over a decade.
In her previous life, Mayra was nothing but a scheming homewrecker.
Anderson marrying Isabel was all predetermined.
Clutching her skirt, Mayra took a deep breath and feigned nonchalance, Andy, in two more years, when I turn 18, could you send me abroad to study? I don’t want my presence to cause any misunderstandings.
“Andy, I really don’t have any feelings for you anymore. You can treat Isabel better in the future. It’s okay. You’ve already done enough for me. And if I ever become a bother to you in the future, you can help me find a family willing to adopt me.
“I’ve kept my birth certificate and identification documents safe. If you
ever miss me, I can come back to see you anytime. You’ve raised me for 16 years, Andy. In my eyes, you’re my only family.”
Suddenly, Mayra stood up and hugged Anderson. When he felt the warmth of her body, his gaze turned deep.
“Andy, send me to Barlow Estate and let Isa move in. I won’t do anything to hurt anyone like they say.”
Anderson reached out to caress her back. “Have you thought it through?” “Yeah.”
But Anderson remained silent, not giving his approval. If she went to Barlow Estate, who knew what might happen to her there?
“There’s no rush. Focus on healing for now. We can talk about that later.”
