Chapter 70
Sean’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel.
He shouldn’t have come. He knew it. And yet, here he was, standing outside his car, staring at the unconscious woman in the passenger seat.
With a sigh, he climbed into the driver’s seat and drove away.
From a café across the street, Myra watched everything.
She had convinced Estelle to leave earlier, but she had stayed behind, hoping—no, needing—to see for herself.
And there it was. Sean. Carrying Lyla out of the bar. Holding her like she meant the world to him.
A bitter smile curled at the edges of Myra’s lips.
She had finally gotten her answer.
Her fingers tightened around the café’s doorframe until her knuckles turned pale.
At Fairhill Villa, Sean dumped Lyla onto the bed, pulling out his phone. His mother had been calling him all day, and with a sigh, he finally returned her call.
The moment the line connected, Eve’s furious voice erupted through the receiver.
“Sean, why do you always take forever to pick up my calls?!”
Sean rubbed his temples. “Mom, I’ve been busy.”
“Busy? Do you even know what happened today? Myra moved out!”
His heart stopped.
“She… moved out this morning?”
“Don’t play dumb with me! I know that b*tch Lyla is back, and I’m warning you—if you abandon Myra for her, don’t expect me to stand by you!”
Sean frowned, glancing at Lyla’s sleeping figure. His voice dropped. “Mom, there’s nothing between Lyla and me.”
“Then prove it. Bring Myra home.”
Sean said nothing.
For the first time, he realized—he wasn’t so sure if he could.