Chapter 426

"Facilitate your happiness, with my blood-related dear sister?" Winnie scoffed, her eyes glistening with tears. "Lawrence, considering our past, and the fact that I bore you two sons, ask yourself, where do you find the audacity to say such things?!"

Lawrence's features were expressionless, their relationship irreparably fractured. He didn't mind being more cutting, "Winnie, what's the point? We've already broken up in Lymington. When you were kind to Rock, you should have thought that I might also have sweet days with another girl!

What, you can't stand it now... huh? No wonder you contacted me today. Could it be that you're jealous of me being with another woman?" He forcefully pinched her chin, his eyes dark and cold.

If Winnie had the strength, his face would have been battered by her slaps by now. She trembled all over, he actually used her initiative to contact him today to humiliate her in return.

Her wavering heart felt like it was being mercilessly crushed, he didn't treasure it and even mocked her.

With a heart pierced by a blade, she clutched the collar of his shirt collar and blurted out angrily, "The thing I regret most in my life is falling for a jerk like you. I would never be jealous even in death!"

"That's good because I really dislike women who are clingy and don't know when to give up." Lawrence allowed her to tear at him, his gaze cold as he looked ahead.

"So, can you open the car door now? Just looking at your face makes me sick. You know, you're quite suited for Ishara, she's just another Darcy. Nothing has changed between us, Lawrence.

You keep failing to see through the games women play!"

He frowned. "You don't need to be hostile toward Ishara because of me, she's your sister after all. You met her for the first time today, how well can you know her?"

"And you? How long have you known her to understand her so well?" Through their interactions that evening, Winnie had discerned Ishara's character. As a woman, she possessed a keen intuition about other women, and Ishara appeared to be potentially more dangerous than Darcy.

She thought about what Carlos had said, that the Rodriguez family intended for her to replace someone in a marriage alliance with the Blanchet family. But somehow Ishara had suddenly become Lawrence's lover. Naturally, this thwarted Carlos's intentions.

Winnie sneered, "Lawrence, don't you find the timing of Ishara's appearance in your life a bit too coincidental? How did you two meet? Or do you think she didn't know who you were before she met you? I suspect she knew not only you but also had prior knowledge about who I was!"

Lawrence's eyes turned colder; how they met was something he definitely couldn't tell her. When he entered the Blanchet family villa tonight and saw Winnie, he had also thought that it was too coincidental.

At that time, he observed Ishara, but she repeatedly said it was her first time seeing Winnie, and Winnie also acted like she didn't recognize Ishara.

"Do you mean to say that Ishara approached me intentionally because of my identity as Lawrence of the Rodriguez family?" he countered.

Winnie was about to nod.

But the man shook his head indifferently and added, "She met me first, unaware that I was the one who arranged for the marriage alliance. This morning, she even asked 'Lawrence' to meet to call off the engagement. If she approached me because of my identity, why go to such lengths?

Besides, her speech and personality don't seem like someone who's greedy for power. Winnie, you're too hostile toward her."

Winnie's brows furrowed deeply, pondering his words, and then she let out a mocking laugh. "There are a thousand ways a woman can scheme. Do you think she's an innocent bunny not greedy for power? Then why would you fall for her so quickly, seduced by her?"

Lawrence furrowed his brows. While her words dripped with contempt, he couldn't explain that his agreement with Ishara was intended to protect his mother. Additionally, Ishara was on the brink of death; power would serve no purpose to her.

And all he wanted was her bone marrow and blood.

Winnie's misunderstanding hurt him, but perhaps it was better this way. With calculated coldness, he said, "Don't talk so unpleasantly. I've expressed a desire to reconcile, but you refused. Why would I waste my time? Liking someone new is in a man's nature, after all. I am indeed tired of you. Ishara, she's young, tender, and innocent. She possesses the purity and frailty that you've lost. Look at yourself now, all thorns."

"Enough!" Winnie's fists clenched, feeling as if her heart had been hollowed out, the pain piercing deep within her. Her face turned deathly pale, her eyes brimming with utter loathing as she fixed her gaze on him. "You're the worst man I've ever met, Lawrence. My heart has been torn apart. So has Sidney's hope, waiting foolishly all afternoon for his daddy's call! Is Ishara innocent? You'll soon find out if she's power-hungry or not. And when you do, you'll regret it deeply! I won't leave. I'll make you sick of me. Come at me if you dare, jerk."

Winnie has had enough. She would bury her true feelings tonight, never to yearn for this man again in this lifetime.

Winnie lifted her bag and started pounding his expensive car window with the studs.

With a beep, the locks of the Bentley's central control opened.

Lawrence, his dark gaze stared blankly at her heartbroken profile, uttered sharply, "Get out."

Desperate, the woman bolted from the car as if being chased by a beast that loathed her to the core.

Lawrence watched as she returned to her car, her driver taking her away. The night remained cool, their conversation having lasted only a few minutes.

His driver came back, waiting a long time without hearing him speak a word.

Lawrence sat in the back seat. His body was straight, and his long, cold fingers covered his eyes. His cheeks were taut as he suppressed his emotions, recalling her words from earlier. That must be her heartfelt truth. Well, if she chose to believe that, so be it. He had a mother to save, and that was his priority.

Thinking of Sidney, a twinge of guilt flashed through the man's heart.