The news of Scott McCall and Lydia Martin's engagement was all over the TV screen.
The wedding of the golden age, the marriage of golden children and jade women, the union of pearls and jade.
These words made Camilla Cooper dizzy, as if there were a sharp knife in her lungs, making it hard for her to breathe.
"It's impossible. It's not true." Camilla refused to believe it.
Just the day before, Scott had gently kissed her forehead, saying that he would take her home, take the baby, and that the family of three would be together forever.
But… today…
Camilla had found Scott at the bottom of the cliff.
She had been betrayed by her closest sisters and pushed from the high cliff. To Camilla, it felt as if her heart had long since died to everything in the world. She had thought she would spend the rest of her life beneath the cliff, but she had never imagined she would meet Scott, who had suffered the same fate.
Scott was elegant and refined. Even with the tendons of his hands and feet broken and his body poisoned, he remained calm and didn’t say a word. There was an incomparably strong aura in his bones.
Even if he was in the mud, Scott would not change his arrogant nature.
Camilla fell in love with Scott, and together they had a child, Andrew McCall.
She believed they would be together forever.
But she didn’t expect reality to slap her in the face in the same place.
After Camilla settled the baby, she went out to look for Scott.
No matter what, she wanted answers.
Camilla was a determined person and couldn’t be easily fooled. If Scott wanted to break up with her, he could, but she needed to hear it directly from him.
Not long after she left the city, she encountered a familiar car. Inside was Lydia, who was engaged to Scott.
The car stopped in front of Camilla, and the window rolled down, revealing a beautiful face. Camilla's eyes grew a little cold, and she ignored her. But just as she was about to turn away, her gaze caught a necklace around Lydia neck.
It was a beautiful ruby necklace, so pure and red that it made Camilla's eyes ache.
Scott's words suddenly echoed in her mind: “This is a gemstone pendant passed down from the McCall family. Only the daughter-in-law of the McCall family can wear it. When we get married, I’ll give it to you.”
But now, that ancestral necklace was around Lydia's neck.
Camilla pursed her lips, barely able to suppress the pain in her heart.
“Are you going to find Scott?" Lydia looked her up and down and said sarcastically, “You don’t have to go. He won’t come back.”
“Do you think you can tie him down just by giving birth to his child? We’re engaged. We’re going to get married soon.”
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave on your own. I’ll even give you a sum of money to thank you for taking care of him this past year. As for the child, I’ll take good care of her. You don’t have to worry. I’ll be her mother from now on.” Camilla clenched her fingers, her nails digging deeply into her palms. Blood dripping, she said, “I want to see Scott. There’s no need for outsiders to interfere in our affairs!” “What’s the matter? Haven’t realized the truth yet?” Lydia chuckled, staring at Camilla with a playful, ruthless expression. “Look at you now. Do you have 100 dollars’ worth of clothes on? Is that a 10-dollar shirt from a market stall? And your shoes! Are those your grandmother’s embroidered slippers?
You don’t even have 100 dollars on you from head to toe."
"Besides a pathetic bit of beauty, what else do you have? You don’t even have an education! A 19-year-old peasant girl who gave birth to a child… you have little else going for you. Sure, you may inspire a bit of pity now, but can pity sustain you for the rest of your life? As time goes on, he’ll realize your mediocrity, and your beauty will fade."
"You're not good enough for Scott at all!"
Camilla's vision grew more and more blurred, and her headache felt like it was about to explode. Blood dripped steadily from her wounded palms, drop by drop.
She didn’t even notice when Lydia had left. She simply curled up on the ground, gasping in pain.
After an unknown amount of time, as the sky gradually darkened, a group of men dressed in black appeared from nowhere, slowly surrounding Camilla.
Camilla slowly raised her head and saw the leader kneeling on one knee. In a respectful tone, he said, "Miss Camilla, I'm sorry. We're late!"