Book TRK
Chapter 1237
Chapter 1237
Leopold gently pinched her cheek, "It's the holiday season. Let's not dwell on the gloomy stuff, okay? Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
We can talk it over once the festivities die down."
Aurelia let out a soft sigh, "I just can't stand to see Lisbeth so down. It was me who was always there
for her, cheering her on and bolstering her confidence in herself and Raines. And now, Raines is
treating her like she's a total stranger, giving her the cold shoulder. It must be killing her."
Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, Leopold comforted, "Look, they've got to sort their own stuff out.
There's only so much we can do."
"But that's not entirely true," Aurelia countered, "There's an old saying, 'Love is blind.' When someone's
thoughts and feelings are caught in a whirlwind, they can't see their own heart clearly, let alone make
the right choices. That's when they need someone from the outside to give them a little nudge, help
them see what they really want."
Leopold raised an eyebrow, "And what's your plan of action?"
Shaking her head, Aurelia replied, "I'm not sure. I'm debating whether or not to tell Lisbeth that Raines
might be faking his amnesia."
"Do you think that's going to solve anything?" Leopold asked, "If Raines is pretending to have amnesia,
it means he's trying to dodge the issue, not ready to face Lisbeth. If you confront him now, it'll just make
things more awkward between them."
"You don't think he wants a divorce, do you?" Aurelia fretted.
"If he had made up his mind about divorce and couldn't forgive Lisbeth, he wouldn't be playing the
amnesia card," Leopold said.
"He must be so torn," Aurelia sighed, "He still has feelings for Lisbeth, but he can't forgive her
deception and betrayal. That's why he's running away, pretending to have lost his memory."
Leopold patted her shoulder, "Give him time to figure things out on his own."
"Alright," Aurelia nodded, though not entirely convinced.
In the next room, Lisbeth brought Raines a bowl of fruit.
"Raines, have some fruit. These cherries just got flown in from Chile, super fresh," she offered.
"Okay," Raines grunted, his eyes glued to his phone, not even glancing up at her.
Lisbeth's heart was like the ocean during a storm, waves of dejection tossing and turning within.
"Raines, the baby... I swear it's yours. There's never been anyone else but you. Please, you have to
believe me. If you still have doubts, we can do a paternity test," she pleaded.
Raines finally looked up, his gaze somber and deep, like the dark abyss of an ancient well.
"No need to go over it. I don't remember anything from before," he said flatly.
"Can't we start over?" She reached out to him, but he recoiled as if stung.
Her heart was pierced by his rejection, tears slipping down her cheeks. Did she not even have the
chance to apologize, to ask for his forgiveness?
"If you want, I could tell you our story," she offered, her voice quivering.
"I don't want to hear it from someone else. How would I know what's true and what's not?" Raines'
voice was cold as ice.
His words struck Lisbeth to the core, her face turning deathly pale, her lips losing all color.
Yeah, she was a liar, approaching him with an agenda from the start. How could her words be
trustworthy?
"Maybe this is my karma," she whispered, "I hurt you, and so you've erased me from your memory.
This is the ultimate punishment. Even if you don't love me, it's what I deserve."
Straightening up, she stumbled toward the door, her steps faltering.
Raines watched her retreat, a fleeting, indescribable look flashing in his eyes like a shooting star, silent
and swift.
In the hallway, Lisbeth bumped into Aurelia, emerging from her room.
Seeing Lisbeth's reddened eyes, Aurelia knew she had hit another wall with Raines.