Reclaiming Her Heart

Selena saw he had nothing to say and turned to leave.

Raymond's eyes flashed with panic, but he couldn't get a word out.

He trailed behind her for a few steps, all the way outside.

Selena stopped.

From Raymond's angle, he could still see a red kiss mark on her ear.

It was his doing.

She didn't look at him but pulled out her phone to call Ann, waiting for her ride.

Raymond stood there for a bit before mumbling, "I'll take you."

Selena took a deep breath and suddenly locked eyes with him, saying, "Can I take your silence as an admission of guilt? If you really think you messed up, you should let Mia go to jail and pay for Jacob's death, not come to the prison and violate me after Mia indirectly caused Jacob's death."

When she said this, there was no emotion.

Being angry meant caring; indifference was what scared Raymond the most.

He closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing, and after a long time, he said hoarsely, "I don't know, I'm sorry."

Selena found it amusing, looking at his face, feeling a moment of confusion.

But as she laughed, she felt sad. "Forget it, I will continue to sue her, even if you already had the surveillance video deleted."

Raymond didn't know that the beggar was Selena's cousin Jacob, so that panic magnified infinitely in his heart.

"Raymond, you all make me sick," Selena said; the statement was like a sword.

She saw his face turn grim for a moment, but then it returned to calm.

Raymond walked to the side and opened the car door, stubbornly saying, "I'll take you."

Selena frowned, thought for a moment, and got into the car.

When they arrived at her company building, she was about to open the car door to get out, but Raymond spoke at that moment, "Christopher and I grew up together, but our personalities are completely different. However, we share a common hobby, which is painting. Christopher is good at everything, and he is more talented in this area. Whatever he casually drew would be recognized by Mr. Butler. I was not convinced at that time, so I always followed Mr. Butler around and even took this major."

"Later, one day, I was pushed down from upstairs by someone, and Christopher caught me with his bare hands, causing two of his fingers to become less flexible. In his spare time, he didn't continue painting. Everyone blamed me, even thinking I did it on purpose."

Selena didn't know what he wanted to say, but it was the first time she heard him talk so much about Christopher.

Raymond continued, "I'm not good at explaining. In a fit of rage, I joined the military, whereas Christopher's health is weaker than mine. He hasn't been exposed to much sunlight since childhood and is deficient in calcium. There was the only place I could escape his shadow. I lived comfortably there. After he died, I felt relieved for a moment, thinking no one would compare me to him anymore. But after taking his place, I was still under his shadow."

Selena asked, "Raymond, what are you trying to say?"

Raymond lowered his eyelids and after a long time, said hoarsely, "Growing up being compared, I don't know how to be good to someone. The only thing I can think of is to buy you a lot of things, give you money, but you don't need that. I always do the wrong things, and you never tell me what is right."

"I've told you, but you didn't listen. I told you to stay away from me," Selena replied.

Raymond's fingertips trembled. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and quietly glanced at her through the drifting smoke.

She looked ahead calmly, and when she said that, she was extremely calm.

'She is serious,' Raymond discovered.

"Okay," Raymond answered with difficulty and unlocked the car door. "Selena, then, goodbye."

Almost the moment he agreed, Selena's face was full of relief. When she left, she closed the car door without hesitation.

When she used to be obedient in bed, he never thought such words would come out of her mouth.

He sat there for half an hour until the cigarette in his hand burned out and extinguished, then he threw the cigarette butt away.

Back at the Montague Group, he had someone investigate all the surveillance before Jacob's accident, got several clearer copies, and then found an expert who could read lips to interpret the conversation between Jacob and Mia at that time. The conversation was very bland, just asking if she knew Selena. There was no offense or threat to Mia. And Mia, just because of this, cut off his leg.

She hated Selena to this extent.

Raymond called the hospital, "Transfer Mia to a psychiatric hospital."