Chapter 183 If the Mouth is Dirty, It Must Be Cleaned
York grabbed William with one hand and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket with the other, forcefully stuffing it into William's mouth.
He jabbed the handkerchief into William's mouth again and again.
"Dirty mouth," he said, pressing harder. "Needs to be cleaned."
William struggled with all his might. They were evenly matched, but he finally managed to free one hand.
He yanked the handkerchief out of his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
The two faced off, but suddenly William laughed.
He looked at York. "Angry?"
"I'm just stating facts, York. Everyone in Shadow City knows she and I were married. What's the point of all your talk?"
York said coldly, "Everyone also knows you're divorced."
"I like her, and that won't change just because she was once married to you."
"In fact, I'm glad you finally lost her."
William tried to say something, but York pressed hard against his chest, silencing him.
"I won't talk badly about her to you or anyone else like you just did."
"I can tell you clearly that she still hasn't agreed to be with me. Today we just went out for a meal, nothing more."
"But so what?"
York locked eyes with William.
"She doesn't want you anymore. She divorced you. She's willing to go out with me now. That's the current reality."
"Do you see it clearly, William?"
"The person you didn't cherish, the person you threw away like trash, is priceless to me."
"And not just to me."
"William, since you've already chosen to be with someone else, don't have such possessive feelings toward someone who has nothing to do with you anymore."
With each sentence York spoke, William's expression grew darker.
Finally, William couldn't take it anymore and broke free from York's hold with all his strength.
They faced each other in the dim corridor.
Both pairs of eyes filled with hostility toward each other.
"She'll come back to me," William finally said.
His eyes were frighteningly red.
"York, you don't know anything."
"She'll come back," William said. "We've been through life and death together. What's between us isn't something you can understand."
"Even if you've been through life and death." York looked at William and said, "in the end, didn't you still hurt her?"
"Didn't you still divorce her for Isabella?"
"William, have you thought about how sad she must have been?"
"After learning about everything you've done, I can't help wondering." York stared at William and said, "I wonder, William, did you ever really love her?"
"If you truly loved her, why would you hurt her so deeply?"
William lowered his gaze slightly. His hair fell forward, casting shadows that hid the expression in his eyes, making it impossible to read his mood.
"Don't come here to harass her anymore," York warned. "I'll have people guard this place. I'll protect her."
"Even if you want to use the entire Brown Group against me, I won't back down."
"That's my position."
William didn't speak. In fact, half his body was hidden in shadow.
Finally, he raised his head and looked at York with a complicated expression.
His fists were clenched tight, and the wounds that had just reopened were still dripping blood.
He looked at York for a long time, as if trying to see something in York's face, but in the end, he closed his eyes.
"You won't understand."
He left those words and turned to leave the stairwell.
He paused briefly at Amelia's door, glanced at her closed door, then withdrew his gaze and walked into the elevator.
Only York remained in the corridor.
The emergency exit sign cast light on his face, flickering between bright and dark.
He watched William leave, then bent down to pick up the handkerchief William had thrown on the ground and tossed it into the trash.
He adjusted his emotions slightly, then walked out of the stairwell and came to Amelia's door.
He knocked twice gently.
Soon, the door opened and Amelia's face appeared before him.
York smiled warmly and said, "It's handled."
"He won't come here anymore."
Amelia looked toward the stairwell and the descending elevator.
Finally, she nodded and smiled. "Okay."
"Get some good rest," York said, restraining his desire to get closer to her. "Good night."
"You too," Amelia said. "Good night."
"Also," Amelia lowered her eyes slightly and said, "I've said it many times already, but thank you."
York laughed, this time with genuine warmth.
He said, "Silly, why thank me?"
Amelia looked up at York, who was smiling at her under the bright lights, feeling something inexplicable.
"Go home," she said. "Drive safely."
"Okay." He nodded, looked at her once more, then turned to leave.
Amelia watched him enter the elevator, stood there for a while longer, her thoughts drifting.
After about a minute, she withdrew her gaze, went back inside, and closed the door.
...
Meanwhile.
William drove through the night streets at high speed.
York's words kept echoing in his mind.
York's accusations and questions were like hammers, striking his heart again and again, causing terrible pain.
Love?
How could he not love her?
How could he not love her?
On the night road, the Maybach's engine roared continuously.
He drove aimlessly at high speed.
But even he didn't know how things had developed to this point.
Everything seemed to be slowly slipping out of his control.
His heart ached terribly, and he didn't know how to make it stop.
Thinking back to what he had just said, even he knew how shameless and vile it was.
His mind replayed everything that had happened between them over the years.
Her crying, her laughter, her shy expressions, and her lying beneath him, calling his name over and over in passion.
Why did it turn out this way?
He seemed to have become someone he no longer recognized.
The car reached the outskirts, deserted all around, and he finally slammed on the brakes.
In the dark, quiet outskirts, only insects chirped.
His forehead rested against the steering wheel, and a tear slid down from the corner of his eye along his face.
His face touched the horn.
The car blared loudly in the deserted outskirts.
Like someone's silent howl, or someone crying their heart out.
"She'll come back."
"She'll understand me."
In the end, he could only repeat these words over and over.
"She hasn't agreed to be with him yet. She'll come back to me."