A bitter taste settled in Lena’s mouth. Coreene used to adore her—until the day she confessed to Andrew. From then on, she was reckless, shameless… a nuisance.
Lena’s fingers curled into her palm. “Don’t worry, I’m leaving.”
She pulled out her immigration papers and handed them over.
“I already told my father I’m moving abroad. He even arranged a fiancé for me. From now on, I’ll stay far away from Uncle Andrew—I won’t bother him again.”
Coreene studied the documents before her expression finally eased.
“You’d better keep your word.”
Once Coreene left, Lena exhaled slowly, finally relaxing.
She tucked the documents back into her bag and turned to leave—only to find Andrew standing in the doorway.
Their eyes met.
His voice was cold. “Who are you planning to stay far away from?”
Lena’s mind blanked.
She had no idea how much he’d heard, but instinct screamed that he couldn’t know she was leaving.
Shaking her head, she muttered, “No one. You misheard.”
She turned to walk past him, but before she could take a step, his voice brushed against her ear.
“I know you don’t want to leave Altesia. You don’t have to move out after I marry Nicole. Your father and I are old friends—I can take care of you for the rest of your life.”
Lena’s eyes widened.
Behind him, Nicole, who had just walked in, froze.
Silence. Thick. Heavy.
Then Nicole’s resentful glare snapped Lena back to reality.
Without another word, Lena turned and walked away.
