Carla frowned. "I'll do it myself. Please bring in my clothes instead."
"All right." Marianne hung her head before preparing to leave.
Right then, Carla realized that Marianne's toes were painted with red polish, and the nail polish on one of her big toes was chipped.
All of a sudden, she recalled the clue she had found at Arkfield manor. Could it be that it was Marianne who entered my room that night?
"Ms. Lierger, here's your clothes." Marianne handed them over.
"Thank you, " Carla said before closing the door and started showering.
As she showered, she thought about what happened back then. The more she mulled over it, the more fishy things seemed. At that, she told herself that she had to uncover the truth no matter what.
However, the day after the next was the wedding. By the next day, she would have to come to a conclusion. Therefore, she had to find out the answer as quickly as possible.
After the shower, Carla dried her hair in the bathroom. Then, she put on a Whyte robe and stepped out of the room.
Even though she was barefaced, she was still as stunning as ever.
Marianne stared at her with jealousy apparent in her eyes. Although she, too, was beautiful, the charming demeanor that Carla had was something she could never have.
"Sir Lucas, Ms. Lierger is here, " Edrilp said.
Lucas slowly came to, and he groggily squinted. When he saw Carla, he froze for a second. Then, he turned agitated and yelled, "How… How could you do this to me? Why did you do it?"
"Sir Lucas!" Edrilp hastily consoled him. "Calm down. Please calm down."
"Lucas, have some water." Marianne walked over to feed him some.
However, Lucas shoved her away and struggled upright before questioning Carla, "I love you so much. So why did you do this to me? Why?"
Carla frowned, but she stayed silent as she looked at him.
To say that she felt no remorse at all was a lie. She was partly to blame for making Lucas turn from an innocent and gentle individual into the hysterical person that he was now.
If she had known that this was what would happen, she would not have agreed to the marriage.
"Why? Why?"
Lucas began crying. He wailed, his heart breaking and his soul in despair.
Lucas had always had an easy life. He had never come across any obstacles too big for him to cross. Furthermore, he was brought up with strict parenting, and he was a simple-minded person. Thus, he was stubborn in his views of love.
Carla was the first person he had ever fallen in love with.
He had taken years to court her. And right as he had finally gotten her, he saw her under another man.
It was a devastating blow to him, to say the least.
"Lucas, don't cry."
Marianne's heart ached to see him upset. She wanted to console him, but her outstretched arm retracted a second later.
Her actions did not go unnoticed by Carla.
"Lucas, I'd like to have a private chat with you, " Carla finally said.
Lucas sobbed for a while longer before he managed to get his emotions under control. He then quietly ordered. "The rest of you, leave."
"But, Sir Lucas…"
"Leave!" he bellowed.
Left without a choice, Marianne and Edrilp stepped out of the room. However, they did not go far and simply waited right outside.
The room was finally silent. Carla took in a deep breath to muster her courage before saying, "Lucas, let's cancel the wedding."
Lucas stiffened as he snapped his head to look at her with wide eyes.
"I… I thought you were here to explain to me, to apologize to me, or to express your regrets… but, you're here to break up with me?"
"I know you might have a hard time digesting this, " Carla solemnly said as a small sigh escaped her. "I'm sorry. I know you'll hate me for saying this at a time like this, but I really don't think we're suited to be together."
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