"You think you can replace her?" Catrin’s face turned cold.
Emily looked a little hesitant. But then she laughed and nodded. "Of course, I can. After all, she is gone already. Now, she would never return. So, why can’t I take her place?"
Catrin’s fingers clenched. It was the truth, but she was not ready to accept it. Her jaws clenched as she refused, "Arwen would co back. We are her parents, and she wouldn’t abandon us."
Emily laughed loudly —no longer restrained. "Really?"
Before Catrin could answer her, Lia appeared back and inford, "Ma’am, the care is here."
Catrin gave one last glance at Emily before she turned to leave.
However, Emily watched her back and said, "Aunt Catrin, it’s ti for you to accept it." Her laughter rang loud in the hall, echoing throughout the space. "Your daughter, Arwen, would never return to you again. You lost her completely today. You lost her ... completely ... haha."
Catrin’s step halted. Her fingers clenched.
Lia’s brows furrowed. She softly said, "Ma’am, Ms. Brown is not in her senses right now. Don’t mind her. I will ask so to send her back to her family apartnt."
Catrin gave her a look. Then, without saying another word, she walked out.
Behind her, Emily laughed hysterically. She had completely lost it.
The evening that should have made her shine has left her with nothing.
"Ms. Brown," Lia approached her carefully. "I have arranged a car to take you back. Please co with ."
Emily stared up at her with the sa crazy expression. "For ? Is that what Aunt Catrin asked you?" she asked, and Mia’s expression turned troubled.
She didn’t know how she should handle a girl who seed close to losing her sanity. The best thing she felt was to send her back ho. So, she nodded. "Yes. It was ma’am who asked to send you back ho first."
"Then does that an she would be rescheduling this event again? She adopted and signed those legal papers to make the heiress of the family?"
Lia frowned. "That’s sothing you can talk to her about tomorrow, Ms. Brown. For today, it’s best you return and get so rest. The day hasn’t been easy for you as well."
And with that, she reached out to help her out of the hall, taking her to the door that was right outside. Helping her in, she gestured to the driver to drive her. And soon, the car rolled out of the premises.
Lia turned to look back at the banquet hall. Her brows furrowed, realising how the celebration turned into misery.
She shook her head before she boarded her car and left as well.
anwhile, back at Quinn’s Villa —
Idris returned looking defeated. Robin followed him closely, worry laced to his expression as though he was terrified of sothing. His eyes carefully tracked her boss, noting his every movent.
And just when Idris paused in his steps and reached out to press a hand on his chest, he stepped forward to ask, "Sir, are you alright?"
Idris didn’t respond imdiately. His breathing had grown shallow, and a frown had settled between his brows had deepening.
Seeing him like that, for a mont, Robin feared he might collapse.
But the next mont, Idris shook his head and weakly urged. "T-take to my room."
Robin nodded before draping Idris’s arms over his shoulders. "Of course, sir. Hold onto ." And then, carefully, he supported him through the stairs, step by step, until they reached the room.
The butler stepped out at just the right mont. When Robin spotted him, he called, "Mr. Cole, bring a glass of water to the room."
Mr. Cole nodded before hurrying off.
Inside the room, Robin eased Idris onto the bed. His face was pale, his lips into a thin line as he tried to steady his breathing.
"Sir, you aren’t looking good. Shall I take you to the hospital or call a doctor here?"
Idris shook his. "I-It’s fine. I–I will get better once I take the dicine."
Mr. Cole entered the room just then, and the secretary quickly took out the dicine before handing it to Idris with the glass of water.
"Here, sir. Slowly."
Idris accepted them, his hands trembling slightly. As he swallowed the dicines with the water, he handed the glass back to Robin, who set it on the table at the side. He, then, leaned back against the headboard, waiting for the pain in his chest to subside.
Robin waited for a while before asking, "Sir, how are you feeling now?"
Idris nodded. "I am better. I took the dicine, and I will get better."
"But, sir," Robin began with a frown. "You can’t take it lightly anymore. Although it was a minor heart attack, the doctors asked you to be careful. Your heart isn’t in very good condition. A second attack would be fatal."
Idris knew his situation very well. He had heard the doctor telling him all himself, but there was nothing he could do.
The pain of losing a daughter couldn’t be explained. Only it could be understood —and right now, he had no one who could understand it for him.
Nodding, he looked at his secretary and said, "I would be careful. It’s already late. You should leave. The flight was long, and you need rest as well."
"It’s fine, sir. If you want, I could stay," Robin offered. Idris has boarded the plane right after getting discharged from the hospital. The secretary couldn’t help but be concerned for him. Especially after what happened tonight.
However, Idris shook his head. "There is no need for that," he said, motioning him towards the door. "Go back and rest. I am fine."
In the end, Robin could only nod and agree. As he turned to leave, Idris called out softly.
"And Robin," his voice was soft yet firm, "the first thing you have to do tomorrow is to look for Mr. Blackwood and see what’s remaining to be done. I want the divorce to be settled as soon as possible."
Robin turned to look as though he had so hesitation, but when he saw the seriousness and determination in his boss’s gaze, he didn’t voice them out. Nodding, he simply left.
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