NovelOnlineThe Silent 285 285.Chapter 285 The flowerpots, along with the soil and seedlings, were scattered at Sophie's feet. As one of the seedlings nearly touched her, she instinctively stepped back, narrowly avoiding it.
Then, Dylan's words hit her like a cold wave, and Sophie could no longer hide her expression. Her face immediately turned a shade of pure frustration.
"If Dylan doesn't want to forgive me, then fine. I'll leave." "Annie!" Sophie raised her voice sharply, forcing down her anger. "Why are you still standing there? Get those seedlings picked up, now!" Annie hurried forward, carefully gathering the seedlings. "Lady Sophie, do you want the flowerpot and soil as well?" "Why would I need that useless junk?" Sophie snapped. "Just go." Sophie shot Annie a furious glare, not even sparing Dylan a glance as she turned and stormed out.
Though Dylan had long seen through Sophie's true nature, this was the first tshe had truly revealed herself to him- unfiltered and completely unapologetic.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOr perhaps, it wasn't that she was revealing anything new; it was just that she couldn't hide it any longer, couldn't suppress it anymore.
Dylan watched her leave, his expression unchanged. Once she was gone, he cast a glance at the scattered soil and fragments, then called for someone to clean up the mess before returning to his quarters.
Dylan had initially planned to leave. Had he not spotted that familiar figure on the street after leaving the Duke's estate, he wouldn't have learned what he did, and certainly wouldn't have cback to this house.
One hour earlier, Dylan woke up later than Matthew. Maybe it was because he wasn't hungry, or perhaps things were weighing on his mind, making him reluctant to wake.
After being knocked unconscious, he had remained out for a full day and night before regaining consciousness. But when his gaze landed on the familiar canopy above him, Dylan immediately stood up, ignoring the food that had been prepared, and left without hesitation.
Thankfully, no one stopped him, and he made his way out of the Duke's estate with ease.
He had planned to return to his small cottage, but just as he was about to leave Hasen City, his eyes landed on a figure that left him utterly stunned.
"Malaki?" Dylan couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Malaki.
Unlike Eliza, Dylan was just four years old when the Padilla family's downfall occurred. He had spent much of his childhood visiting them, often accompanied by Matthew, so he still had many fond memories of his maternal grandparents.
Among those memories was the image of Malaki, who had always been there, watching over them.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThough more than a decade had passed, Malaki had changed considerably, yet Dylan still recognized him instantly.
Unfortunately, Malaki was sitting in a modest carriage, moving farther away, and hadn't heard Dylan's call. Without thinking, Dylan immediately started to follow. He raced down street after street, nearly losi ight of the carriage. But finally, he saw Malaki getting off in front of a seed shop.
"Malaki!" Dylan raised his voice, and this time, his call reached Malaki's ears.
Malaki turned, and for a moment, he seemed unsure. But after a few seconds, recognition appeared to hit him and his face immediately changed. He quickly turned, about to climb back into the carriage and leave. "Wait! Malaki, it's me, Dylan! My mother is Caroline!"
Dylan thought that after hearing this, Malaki would stop, but to his om surprise, Malak quickened his pace, preparing to leave even faster. "Go! Quickly!" Malaki urged the driver, his voice sharp and panicked.
Unfortunately, Dylan was faster. As soon as Malaki had barely seated himself in
the carriage and instructed the driver to leave, Dylan was already in front of the horse, Successfully unlocked! "Wait! Don't go!" Dylan demanded, his voice firm.
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