"Sachet. Jerrold." Gerard only said two words.

“I-I don't understand! You said Jerrold slipped because the safety measures in my house were not up to standard, and I took the blame.

But the sachet? It was your mom's work. After she finished it, I gave it directly to Lilah!"

Her explanation came out in a hurried, tearful plea, her eyes brimming with tears. She appeared utterly wronged, yet internally, she seethed with resentment toward Lilah.

That bitch wasn't as innocent as she looked. Lilah was actually trying to taint her image behind her back.

Laura's gaze met Gerard's, her eyes pleading. “Gerard, was there something wrong with the sachet?"

Gerard observed her, his silence profound. To an outsider, Laura looked like an innocent victim.

Defensively, she continued, “Ask your mom if you don't believe me. I gave the sachet straight to Lilah. I didn't do anything else. After all these years, don't you trust me, Gerard?"

"In my heart, there's only one person I truly trust, and that's my future wife, Lilah," Gerard stated, his voice still cold.

Laura stood, stunned by his declaration.

Then, Gerard's expression softened momentarily, causing Laura to regain a flicker of hope. Perhaps he was just trying to set boundaries. But her hope was short-lived as she noticed a familiar figure approaching.

“Gerard, have you already had breakfast?" Lilah asked as she approached.

"Yeah," Gerard replied, his eyes softening as he looked at her.

“Are you hungry? Let's go out for breakfast, and then I can take you to work."

“Sounds good," Lilah responded, her eyes lighting up with a smile.

As they got into the car, Gerard drove off, not even glancing back at Laura, who stood there, a picture of dejection.

In the car, Lilah glanced at Gerard's sharp profile and asked, "What were you arguing about earlier?"

"It was nothing important. Laura should be focusing on her recovery.

It's better if you don't contact her for now," Gerard advised, looking at Lilah with a gentle gaze.

Lilah nodded, understanding his concern.

Gerard sighed inwardly. He knew Lilah appeared strong, but underneath, she was far more innocent and genuine compared to Laura. To avoid complications, he felt it was best they didn't interact.

The ride continued in a comfortable silence. However, as Lilah stepped out of the car for breakfast, she winced, feeling a sharp pain in her waist.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Gerard asked, concern etching his face. His fingers gently brushed her waist, a mixture of tenderness and remorse in his eyes. Lilah bit her lip, reflecting on the stark contrast between the passionate man from the night before and the caring, gentle person beside her now.

“Just a little," she admitted, trying to downplay her discomfort.