The moment the words left her lips, Carl’s smile darkened. “Let’s not talk about unpleasant things. The cake is melting. Hurry up and eat it.”
Carl picked her up with his large hands and carried her to the dining table.
Lindsay took small bites of the cake, her face full of sorrow. "Carl, even though I'm by your side, I notice that your heart seems not to be here with me."
Carl was stunned. Seemed the word had struck his weak point.
“No...”
But the dead silence in my heart ignited a spark.
Did she say he still cared about me?
Does he still care about me?
The next second, Lindsay looked like she was on the verge of tears. “But there's something I still need to tell you.”
“When you went for your first medical examination, Alison waited impatiently outside the door, saying that you were wasting her time and that it would be better if you died of a serious illness ...”
"At that time, I felt you were so pitiful. So, after she left you, I insisted on staying by your side …"
She then cried pitifully, "I know I’m not even worth a single finger of hers, but I beg you … please don't hate me …."
I jumped up in a flash and shouted, “It’s not like that! It’s not like that!”