Chapter 83 Her Wedding Dress, Priced at One Dollar

On the way back to Lanes Her Chateau.

Lara closed her eyes to rest, but in fact, she was sorting out her emotions. Only when her mood completely calmed down did she take out her phone and call Chloe.

After confirming that both her father and Chloe were okay and comforting Chloe for a few more words, she leaned back on the back seat, exhausted, and hung up the phone.

Timothy's words awakened her. For her father's safety, she couldn't continue to be so clueless.

Even the wedding could be canceled at any time, which showed that she had underestimated his obsession with hatred.

She couldn't let her father continue to stay in that nursing home. Rather than being at the mercy of others, she should take a risk.

She could think of herself as little as possible, but she couldn't neglect her father.

Previously, Avila gave her five million through Timothy's hands, and she had already transferred the money into her own name. When Chloe left, Lara gave her the bank card.

She hoped Chloe could take her father away from Emberton City.

She didn't know if it was because of irregular sleeping patterns recently, but after the blood being drawn, she felt a bit dizzy and sleepy.

It wasn't until the car drove into Morris Villa that the driver called her, and she woke up suddenly. Feeling as light as a cloud, she stumbled and fell as soon as she opened the car door.

The driver was startled and quickly helped her up. "Madam, are you okay?"

Lara shook her head, her voice weak, "I'm fine, help me back to rest."

The driver didn't dare to say much and could only support her into the villa.

Aunt Molly, seeing her return home at this time, could somewhat guess that something had happened. Without asking anything, she took Lara from the driver and helped her back to her room to rest.

Lara lay on the bed and grabbed Aunt Molly's hand. "Bring something sweet from the kitchen, my blood sugar is a bit low."

Aunt Molly nodded repeatedly, "I'll go right away."

Since morning, she hadn't eaten anything. With her already low blood sugar and the blood taken, her blood sugar must have dropped even further.

Lara had a good understanding of her own body.

She was usually healthy and not picky with food. She had never thoroughly examined this low blood sugar condition, but she remembered that the woman who abandoned her seemed to have this condition.

Was it because she felt unwell?

After ten years, the person she hadn't thought about again suddenly invaded her mind.

If it was just her, she could let it go, but inheriting this condition from her, it was really too annoying!

Originally, she was very tired, but lying on her own bed now, she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Aunt Molly quickly brought bird's nest and other sweet things for her, and also brought hot water. A pack of candies.

After finishing the bird's nest, she had a few more candies, and her dizziness gradually eased.

Sitting quietly for a while, she sorted out what had happened today. After a long time, Lara lifted the blanket, walked barefoot into the dressing room.

The wedding dress she had tossed on the ground was now hung on the shelf by the maid.

She gently touched the diamonds on the wedding dress. Such an expensive item, it would be a waste if left unused, wouldn't it?

Thinking so, she picked up her phone, took a photo, and uploaded it to the second-hand store.

Priced at one dollar.

For her, the wedding dress was only worth this much.

Such a luxurious and delicate wedding dress was snapped up within minutes of being posted.

Lara stared at the transaction information for a while, then turned around and found a box in the dressing room, neatly folded the wedding dress and stuffed it in.

Then she asked the maid to come up and take the box to send it to the buyer who had made the purchase.

Lara stood by the window, watching the maid carrying the box towards the door. At this moment, all the negative emotions that had accumulated over the past week slowly eased.

Just get rid of what she doesn't want; how simple.

Fortunately, she didn't have the slightest feeling of attachment.

Whether it was the wedding dress or Avila.

...

One hour later.

Lara carried her suitcase and walked downstairs wearing sunglasses.

Aunt Molly greeted her, "Madam, where are you going?"

Lara replied without stopping her steps, "Going on my honeymoon. Today I got married, did you forget?"

Aunt Molly was stunned, "But, the wedding banquet hasn't started yet."

"Just having Avila is enough over there."

Aunt Molly hesitated.

Lara dragged her suitcase to the door.

As expected, the bodyguard stopped her.

She took off her sunglasses, smiled lightly at the bodyguard, "You are responsible for protecting me. If you're not at ease, just come with me. Today I got married, there's no need to stop me from going out, right?"

The bodyguard looked hesitant, "Madam, we haven't received any instructions from Mr. Avila."

"You call me 'Madam' and still don't know my identity?"

"Well..."

"Either come with me or get out of my way. You may be Avila's men, but this is the Morris family home. Do you understand?"

"..."

The bodyguards exchanged glances.

Lara put her sunglasses back on, carried her suitcase, and walked out.

The bodyguard had no choice but to follow. Today was the wedding, and they indeed hadn't received any orders to restrict Madam's movements.

The driver took her to the airport.

Two bodyguards, one sitting next to her in the back seat, the other making a call in the front driver's seat.

The content of the call was straightforward, informing Avila of her whereabouts.

As expected, as soon as the call ended, her phone rang.

Lara answered and straightforwardly stated her request, "I want to go on my honeymoon, Mr. Avila. Any objections?"

"The honeymoon is a trip taken by two people together."

"Oh, I see..." she laughed lightly, curling the ends of her hair, "That means I'm bothering you and don't want to go with you."

"Lara..."

She interrupted him, "I gave blood to Bella. You said you owed me once, so let's consider it settled with this."

"..."

The man's face darkened.

He did say he owed her once.

But she...so easily, in the most insignificant way, made him repay her.

Just like a child's play, speaking without thinking.

It was like that five years ago, and it was the same now.

She was indifferent to him, to the point where it was unbearable for him.

Lara continued, "Avila, you made me the laughingstock of the whole city. I'm not happy being Mrs. Avila."

She smirked, a cold smile in her eyes, and spoke in a mocking tone, "Perfect, let's take this opportunity to separate for a while. You go deal with the board of directors, and I will solve my own negative emotions. We can discuss divorce or any other demands when I come back."

Hearing his silence, she sarcastically added, "Of course, under the surveillance of bodyguards, I won't run away. You can rest assured."

"..."

When Avila was about to say something, she had already hung up the phone.

Self-absorbed.

She was always able to prove with practical actions that she cared less about this marriage than he did.

His heart suddenly tightened, and a bit of heartache spread, reaching every part of his body.

No matter how much distance he tried to create, it didn't affect her.

It was as if he was hurting her, but it was he himself who felt the pain.

Avila looked at his plastered left arm, sitting in the darkness, shrouded in the coldness of the void.

He couldn't bear it, and tossed the phone that had been disconnected onto the table.

He picked up a lighter, lit a cigarette with one hand, and the smoke filled the air.

A strong sense of hatred, flowing in his blood, broke through the haze and gradually became clear on the handsome face of the man.

On one side was the woman's beautiful and enchanting smile, and on the other side were the cold bodies of his parents, alternating in his mind, tormenting the man's sanity.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and pressed it against the injured area with force.

A muffled groan escaped his thin lips, causing sweat to bead on his forehead, and his whole body appeared sickly pale.

Slowly, the pain in his arm gradually dissipated the pain in his heart.

Avila sat quietly like this, as if in a trance.