"Not going." Lily Shaw's delicate face bore a faint smile. She wasn't made of steel; she was just an ordinary woman of flesh and blood who could get tired and have mood swings.
She had been fighting against those filthy creatures all this time without a moment's rest, and hearing the news of Aiden Grant's return to Aethel, she suddenly felt exhausted.
First, Old Master Grant woke up from his coma, and now Aiden Grant had returned to Aethel. With them there, The Grant Family no longer needed her protection.
She didn't need to pretend to be strong anymore, didn't need to fight so desperately—she could finally rest.
But, why did her chest feel so stifled?
Lily Shaw noticed Jude's gaze full of pity and forcibly resisted the urge to beat her chest.
She didn't want to admit she was truly hurt by Aiden Grant's actions; she wanted desperately to stay rational and keep telling herself that Aiden Grant had his reasons.
But emotionally, she couldn't deceive herself.
