Chapter 50 A Final Struggle
“Marcus “ A sudden voice cut in at an inopportune moment, interrupting Marcus and Nathan’s conversation.
Both men barned their heads simultaneously, and Lydia’s figureentered their view
Nathan was the first to withdraw his gaze. He then glanced at Marcus with a look full of unspoken meaning
Marcus frowned upon seeing Lydia approach, making it clear he had no intention of engaging with her.
However, Lydia remained undeterred. She shamelessly walked over and sat down beside him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Marcus, why did you block my number?” she asked softly, her voice carrying a tinge of grievance
Marcus kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, unwilling to spare her even a glance.
“I already made things very clear over the phone this attemoon,” he said coldly. “Since we’ve broken up, there’s no reason to keep in contact.” Unwilling to give up, Lydia clung to his arm, her gaze filled with desperation and humility as she made one last attempt to salvage things. “Marcus, I really know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have harbored such malicious thoughts or targeted Serena Can’t you forgive me past this once?
Seeing his expression remain ky and unmoved, she added more sincerity to her plea. “I swear, from now on, I’ll listen to you. I won’t provoke Serena anymore, and I won’t cause you any trouble.”
However, Marcus” face remained devoid of emotion. Instead, he coldly shook off her hand.
“There’s nothing more to say,” he stated decisively. “There’s no future between us, so stop pestering me.
Seeing his firm stance, Lydia’s eyes instantly turned red, and silent tears began rolling down her cheeks.
Choking up, she said, “Our wedding is in just two months. The news has already spread. Now, you’re suddenly canceling everything. What am I supposed to do?”
Looking at her pitiful act, Marcus suddenly felt a wave of disgust. He had truly been blind before. How could he have ever liked a woman like Lydia, let alone considered marrying ber? If they had actually gotten married, his life would’ve been a living hell
In hindsight, he should be grateful–grateful that he saw her true colors before it was too late.
“What should you do? Marcus let out a mocking chuckle. “Either cancel it or find a new groom. Your choice.”
“But no matter what you choose, it has nothing to do with me or the Spencer family” His gaze remained indifferent, and his tone was completely detached.
Lydia was furious yet unwilling to accept defect. She immediately tried another approach, playing the emotional card. “We’ve been together for two years. Do these two years of feelings mean nothing to you?”
“If Itly didn’t care, do you think you’d still be standing here unharmed after what you did–given my Uncle Harrison’s method?–
Marcus” words left Lydia momentarily speechless. He continued, “Lydia, did you really think I didn’t know about all the things you’ve done in the past?”
Hearing this, Lydia’s heart skipped a beat. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand” Her voice trembled slightly, tinged with both confusion and panic.
Marcus” gaze bore into her, his tone ice–cold as he issued one final warning “If you want to retain even a shred of dignity, then stop clinging to me. And don’t provoke people you shouldn’t be messing with ”
with that, he stood up, turned to Nathan, and gave him a slight nod. “Mr. Fowler, I’m heading out”
Nathan, who had been watching the drama unfold with amusement, nodded in response.
Without the slightest hesitation, Marcus strode away, leaving Lydia behind.
Watching him walk off so decisively, Lydia clenched her hands tightly in the shadows, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Once Marcus lett, Nathan also stood up, ready to leave.
Sering this, Lydia quickly hatched a new plan. She followed suit, rising from her seat with a delicate and pitiful expression as she parted her lips hesitatingly. “Mr. Fowler,could
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Nathan saw right through her intentions and cut her off before she could even finish her sentence. His indifferent gaze swept over her before a look of utter disdain appeared on his face. “I may be a flirt, but that doesn’t mean just any wornan can catch my eye. Especially someone like you..”
He suddenly passed, as if searching for the right word–something accurate yet not too crude. But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t come up with anything more fitting. After a brief silence, he spat out three words, blunt and cutting, “Achrap whore.”
Wch that, he turned and walked away, leaving behind only the sight of his proud and untouchable figure
Lydia’s face formed an ugly shade of green from humiliation. Her teeth clenched so tightly that they made an audible grinding sound.
*Serra Linden, this is all because of you! just wait! I’ll make you pay!”
