Now that Melanie had returned, why should she stay here and be an eyesore?
By the time Laura had finished packing her things, it was already late at night.
She didn’t feel tired at all; she just sat on the sofa, waiting for Darren to come back, like the countless nights before.
Since she was leaving, it was time to say a proper goodbye.
As she was thinking this, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Darren, reeking of alcohol, staggered in. His steps were unsteady and even his movements seemed more irritated than usual.
But when he saw her sitting upright on the sofa, a sense of inexplicable calm washed over his heart.
Thinking about everything that had happened today, Darren impatiently yanked at his tie, his tone harsh and dripping with sarcasm. "Did I tell you to leave? You only know how to go home? Laura, do you not know how to get to the hospital, or are you just pretending to be pathetic?"
Laura lowered her head, remaining silent. Her nails dug into her flesh as she inhaled the strong scent of alcohol from him.
She went over to support him, just like she used to, soft and gentle, like a little rabbit who never cried out in pain.