“His Majesty didn't leave Ms. Moore on purpose back then. His Majesty only left because His Majesty’s queen mother wrote a letter saying that she was terribly ill. His Majesty never expected that the queen mother would control His Majesty for years until recently when His Majesty finally have some say of his own.”
When Sybil told Arielle what had happened, she was stunned.
She didn't expect Dylan to have such reasons.
‘Arielle, I have wronged you and
Maureen. I understand if you hate me and blame me for it.” Dylan looked at Arielle remorsefully.
If I have never left that day, will Maureen still be alive? Will we be together as a happy family?
At that thought, Dylan felt like a knife had pierced through his heart.
Arielle glanced at his expression and looked down again. After what seemed like a century, she finally looked at him and said, “I don't blame you.”
It was indeed not Dylan's fault. After all, he was tricked and trapped by his mother.
After leaving the palace, Vinson noticed that Arielle was still emotional. He muttered something to the chauffeur and took over the car keys. Before he could walk toward the driver's seat, Arielle snatched the car keys from him and sat in the driver's seat. Vinson said nothing and got in the car beside her.
After fastening their seat belts, Arielle drove away at top speed.
She continued speeding up until the car reached its maximum speed. Despite her recklessness, Vinson wasn't too worried about it because he knew it was her method of venting her emotions. All he did was accompany her silently.
One hour later, the car stopped at an empty field.
Vinson opened a bottle of water and passed it to Arielle. “Are you feeling better now?”
Arielle didn't say a word. Taking the bottle of water, she gulped it down and quenched her thirst. After a long while, she finally said, “Life is just like a play.”
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