Chapter 51
Mylie was bombarded by a barrage of attacks online and lived in panic. every day.
Currently, she was hated by everyone, too terrified to show up in public. She could only hide in the desolate villa and live in isolation.
Yet, she still hadn’t given up.
Gritting her teeth, she started a live stream, weeping in front of the.. camera and alleging that Antonio and Alison might be involved in an unethical romantic affair.
However, the news of Alison strolling hand–in–hand with her wealthy and handsome boyfriend, Mr. Murphy, promptly dispelled all such
rumors.
Realizing that she had not only failed to reverse the situation but had also further incited public anger and revulsion, Mylie closed the live- broadcast room in despair.
Just then, Antonio showed up with his men.
He didn’t say anything, but his bodyguards approached her.
Mylie backed away, trying to hide, and screamed in terror, “Antonio, what are you going to do to me? Antonio?”
But he remained silent and didn’t even spare her a glance.
Mylie snatched the fruit–peeling knife from the table, pointed it at
herself, and wailed pitifully, “Don’t come any closer! If you dare to approach, I’ll hurt myself!”
She sobbed, her eyes fixed on Antonio. “Antonio, I can’t believe it!
“I can’t believe you have no feelings for me at all!”
Yet. Antonio remained completely unmoved. “If you want to end your life, be my guest. Just make sure you don’t get blood on my carpet.”
In an instant, Mylie’s face turned deathly pale.
There was a sharp clang as the knife slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor.
She truly hadn’t expected him to be so heartless.
Was all her devotion over the years just a joke?
But Antonio didn’t give her any more time to wallow in her sorrow. He motioned to his men on either side, and they moved in to seize her.
He grasped her chin mercilessly, his eyes ablaze with hatred and revulsion.
“I was far too lenient with you in the past.
“From this moment on, the only place you belong is a mental asylum.”
Mylie trembled violently, breaking into sobs. She struggled desperately, pleading for mercy.
“Antonio, please, don’t do this to me!
“I’m not crazy! I’m not insane!
“I’ll go to apologize to Grace right now. Please, forgive me! Have mercy
on me!
“I don’t want to be locked away in a mental asylum. No!”
No matter how much she thrashed and struggled, Mylic was still firmly subdued, bound with strips of cloth, and shoved into the car.
After handling all of this, Antonio felt a bit dizzy.
However, the very next second, when he received the news from his subordinate that Alison had driven to the airport, panic and fury surged within him instantly.
Antonio sped all the way, running countless red lights, and finally reached the airport.
He searched around like a madman, but couldn’t find Alison.
With trembling hands, he tried his utmost to call her. But he couldn’t put it through.
He mumbled to himself, “Don’t do this to me, don’t do this to me.”
Finally, among the crowd, he spotted the figure he had been longing
for.
Antonio rushed to Alison like mad.
Fear invaded his brain. The thought of her leaving him again drove him crazy.
Alison turned around and saw Antonio in such a state of panic.
Ilis eyes were bloodshot, glistening with tears, and he was babbling.
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“Grace, don’t go! Please, don’t be so cruel and abandon me…”
Alison looked at him calmly, her eyes betraying no emotion.
“Let go. Our story ended a long time ago.”
Antonio’s face drained of color. He looked desperate.
Yet, he persisted in his struggle, pleading softly, “I know, and that’s why I don’t dare to seek your forgiveness now.
“I merely ask that you remain within my sight so that I might have an opportunity to make up for you.
“Grace, losing you is unbearable….
“I can’t bear to go through that again!”
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.