Without hesitation, she snatched “Dina,” now gathering dust, and left the studio in a hurry.
Cedric was just about to chase after her when Ophelia’s dramatic cry echoed from behind.
“Master, I twisted my ankle; it hurts so much...”
His steps faltered, and once again, Dione was left to slip away.
As she reached the intersection, it hit her that she was leaving for abroad tomorrow. She paused, deciding she should tell Cedric before she left.
Turning back, she made her way toward the studio once more.
At the corner, Dione spotted Ophelia holding onto Cedric’s hand, refusing to let go.
“Cedric, my foot really hurts. I’m not lying to you…”
Cedric frowned and gently rubbed her nose.
“Why did you put my things in a box and upset Dione? I need to go comfort her.”
Ophelia shook his arm, her voice dripping with sweetness.
“I really envy Dione, having a husband who loves her so much. Unlike me... I’m like a discarded doll, tossed aside.”
“Stop talking nonsense,” Cedric said, frowning. “If your foot hurts, go to the hospital and get checked out.”
“I don’t want to go to the hospital. Don’t you remember the accident a few days ago? You were so wild in the hospital.”