Love Contract

Chapter 95 Break Up

The arrogant smile on that man's face made Frank sick to his stomach as he forced the words through gritted teeth. "What the hell do you want from me?"

"Since we met each other in this life, let's be friends." The man slowly put down his gun and added, "I want you to stay in our villa for a few days. I'm sure you won't mind, will you?"

"You..."

Before Frank could finish his words, a strong blow to the back of his head knocked him unconscious.

"Take him to the Maple Pavilion!" The young lord glanced at Frank as he was falling down and said, "By the way, run a check on his information. I want all the details!"

"Yes, sir!"

The man's pensive smirk implied that there was something about Frank that had him very intrigued.

"I need to meet those guys outside the villa. Follow me!" As Frank's lifeless body got dragged away, the man rushed out of the villa with several people behind him.

In the Lan Family house in R Town. William woke up early in the morning and decided to stay in bed with his eyes wide open.

"Uh..." Mary muttered as she turned over and faced William with her little red face.

"You should get some more sleep," whispered William as he turned to look at her and then chuckled to himself.

He wondered how Frank was doing.

It was not until after the sun rose that Mary woke up from her slumber. She didn't have anything to say to William, so she rolled around in bed, idly playing with her phone.

"May I come in?"

Suddenly, Aunt Amy's voice came from outside.

Mary's eyes immediately jumped from the door to William, who also had an equally surprised look on his face.

The bodyguard slowly opened the door and led Aunt Amy into the room as she brought breakfast on a tray.

"Aunt Amy, good morning!"

"Good morning, Aunt Amy. You didn't have to do this, but thank you!"

"Good morning to you both," replied Aunt Amy, her face beaming with a smile. She walked to the bedside and gently put down the tray from her hands.

"Aunt Amy... Can we go out now?" Mary asked.

"Your father hasn't changed his mind yet." Aunt Amy shook her head, glanced at William and continued, "William, your wound... Are you feeling better today?"

"Yes, I am," said William as he nodded resoundingly.

"That's good," Aunt Amy smiled rigidly and

continued, "Have some breakfast first."

"Thank you for doing this, Aunt Amy!" Mary smiled and politely expressed gratitude.

"You're welcome, my good girl." Aunt Amy looked at Mary affectionately and gave her a gentle pat on the head.

How could such a lovely child conspire with William to trick her? William... The mere thought of this brought tears into Aunt Amy's eyes and she quickly turned around to wipe the tears from her face.

"Aunt Amy, what's wrong?" Mary asked as soon as she noticed the tears in her eyes.

"Oh, it's nothing really..." Aunt Amy waved her hand and said, "Just eat!"

"Aunt Amy," William suddenly said, "could you please ask my father to let us out?" "William..." Aunt Amy's lips trembled as she looked at him with disappointment and said, "Do you have to go? Do you really have to find him? Do you..."

Aunt Amy lowered her head and started sobbing because her throat was so sore, she could hardly say a word without feeling pain.

William's pupils contracted all of a sudden, but he remained silent.

"Aunt Amy..." Mary frowned and shyly asked, "Do you know everything?"

Aunt Amy looked at William first and then at Mary before she nodded her head. "Yesterday, your father told me that William and Frank... I just can't come to accept the truth."

Although her mouth was wide open, Mary didn't know what to say or do except for stare at William and Aunt Amy.

"I was wrong to keep the truth from you, Aunt Amy. I just hope that you can understand why I was forced to do so," said William.

"Do you even care whether I understand you or not?" With tears on her face, Aunt Amy added, "You've never treated me as family. You have never respected me, so why does my opinion matter? You're still just going to disregard it anyway, right? The only thing that matters to you is your father's permission..."

"Aunt Amy..." Mary's lips trembled as she uttered her name.

William lowered his head slightly and the expression on his face was clear indication of his suffering.

"Your father told me..." Aunt Amy continued, "Frank was taken to Japan by his father, but he disappeared as soon as he arrived there..."

"What does that mean? " William raised his head at once and clenched his fists tightly, as if flames would burst out of his eyes.

"I don't know. I've told you everything I know," said Aunt Amy, turning around and walking towards the door slowly. "I can only try to persuade your father. That's all."

The door was closed, as if it was the door to Aunt Amy's heart, and it could only be closed in a lonely manner. It seemed as though this family was going to fall apart in an instant.

Mary stood in the middle of the bedroom, completely at a loss.

"I have to go to Japan."

After making up his mind, William suddenly took a few steps forward to the door and began to bang his fists on it. "Open the door. Let me out! Let me see my father!"

"Your hand..." Mary ran to him and looked at him with concern. She took his hand and said, "The wound on your hand hasn't healed yet! You're only making it worse!"

"Let me go!" William broke away from Mary's grip and continued to pound the door vigorously. "Let me out! Otherwise, I will jump out of the window. Do you hear me? "

Mary stared at William blankly as she got thrown aside, but she was more concerned for his hand than herself.

William's reckless yelling must have had an effect because just a few seconds later, the door was opened from the outside and the two of them were taken to the living room by the bodyguards.

"You want me to let you go?" Timothy sat calmly on the sofa while Aunt Amy was sitting right beside him.

"I have to go to Japan!" Standing in the middle of the living room, William looked straight into the eyes of his father and expressed his wishes decisively.

"You want to go? " Timothy snorted derisively at William and said, "Who do you think you are to be making such demands from me?"

"It's not a demand. It's a plea." The expression on William's face softened, but the word "plea" still couldn't erase the domineering aura from him.

"Say you go to Japan to find Frank, and then what? " Timothy's voice became louder. "We will leave..." William maintained a steady eye-contact as he enunciated every word carefully. "We will start a new life abroad. It won't damage your reputation or affect your career."

"Bastard!" Timothy was so angry that he stood up at once and roared, "Do you really think it's that easy? All right! If you want to leave... I hereby disown you! You are no longer my son! You can go to Japan or Norway. I don't care! Just get out of my sight!"

The ferocity of Timothy's voice shook Mary as she sheepishly glanced at William, only to find him calm and collected.

"How could you say that?" Aunt Amy burst into tears and added, "Don't push William. He..."

"He will do what exactly?" Timothy asserted, "I'd rather not have a son like him! William, if you take a step forward, don't call me father anymore!"

Almost immediately, William took one step forward and suddenly, a bad feeling entered Mary's heart.

"You will never accept me as long as I am with Frank," said William in a deep voice. "But, I have no choice. Just cast me out from your thoughts! Father, Aunt Amy, I am sorry for everything. Please take care of yourselves,"

William said calmly. The speaker looked calm, but the onlookers were shocked.

"What nonsense are you talking about, William? Just apologize to your father. Hurry up..." Aunt Amy was crying her heart out

"William..." Mary stood behind him and murmured.

"That's enough!" Timothy's face was full of anger and he dismissed them at once. "Get out of my sight! Don't ever come back here again! Get out!"

Clenching his fists tightly, after a long pause, William finally turned around and slowly walked out of the door.

'I'm sorry, Father. I'm sorry, Aunt Amy.

I'm sorry.

Two steps. I'm sorry.

Three steps. I'm sorry.'

"William..." Aunt Amy couldn't hold her tears back anymore.

Timothy closed his eyes in pain and fell heavily on the sofa.

Mary watched as William walked away and she smiled bitterly.

"Hey, you forgot to take me with you!" She wanted to say this with a smile.

She ran after him and followed him out. After all, what reason did she have for staying here?

CLICK!

Mary gently and carefully closed the door behind her. She could imagine just how heartbroken the two people in the living room were, but she didn't dare to look back.

William ran to the garage and within a few minutes he drove out of there without wasting another second.

Mary stood there gawking at the car as William drove past her looking focused and serious in the driver's seat.

Had he forgotten about her?

Needless to say, Mary ran after the car as fast as she could.

She kept running even though she was out of breath.

Unfortunately, despite Mary's best efforts, she couldn't keep up with William's car.

"William..." All of a sudden, Mary fell down on the ground and buried her face between her palms, crying inconsolably.

Her surrounding consisted of exquisite villas with colorful birds chirping on the trees, people out jogging leisurely, while Mary sat on the road bawling her eyes out, oblivious and uncaring to the world around her.

"Who is she? Why is she crying?"

"I don't know. It's none of my business!"

"Just keep walking. Maybe something bad happened to her!"

"Run! Run!"

Occasionally, one or two passers-by walked away as they seemed to be frightened by Mary's situation.

"Ring, ring, ring..."

Her phone kept ringing this whole time.

"Hello?" Finally, she decided to fish her phone out from her pocket and answer the call. She looked as though someone had drained the life from her eyes.

"Mary? What took you so long to answer the phone? Is something wrong?"

Mary couldn't help sobbing again, like a person deprived of all hope. "Woo... "

"What's wrong? Where are you? Did William hurt you again? Where is he?"

"Waah..." "Mary? Mary? Stop crying! Damn it! Where are you? I'm coming to you right now!" Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

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