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She had to save herself
An hour earlier, Letta immediately shut the door of her room with a panicked expression. After that, she began searching for her phone. Letta didn’t know what to do at this moment. A while ago, she had heard Arabella’s words, which seemed to open up her mind. With sweat dampening her temples and hands trembling, Letta didn’t know whom to contact, as there was currently no one she could rely on.
Eventually, Letta fell silent beside the bed. The only way she had was to leave that house. She had to save herself and her child. Although Letta didn’t know what the future held, she might be alright, but it could also go terribly wrong, as Arabella had suggested. Moreover, seeing how the two families seemed to be orchestrating everything and accepting Letta easily, it was something Letta found hard to digest.
Letta then decided on one course of action, which was to leave the house. It seemed like the right choice for her at that moment. Letta gazed at the large mirror in front of her, her wedding gown still clinging to her body, prompting Letta to remove it first. Letta tried to reach for the end of the gown, but for some reason, it was a little challenging, leaving her with little time before perhaps the servant would come back to check on her. Letta needed to leave as quickly as possible.
Slowly, Letta reached out her hand to open her bedroom door, observing several servants passing by in front of her room. Letta had to seize the moment when the servants were distracted and not paying attention to her. Unfortunately, her bridal attire was too conspicuous, so Letta had to be a bit cautious.
A few minutes later, the corridor seemed deserted. Letta emerged and descended the stairs, then hid against the wall as she noticed another servant carrying some bottles of drinks towards the garden where the event was being held. Letta stood still, trying to control her increasingly unstable breath. Fortunately, the event was taking place in the backyard, making the front area of the house appear somewhat empty.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.
However, Letta couldn’t take that path either, as there were several guards stationed there. Letta’s only option was to use the side door where the staff typically entered the house. There, no employees were resting or lingering, and luck seemed to be on her side. The area appeared empty, prompting Letta to hasten towards the door. However, for some reason, her floor-length gown got snagged on the edge of a table, causing some bottles to fall and spill onto her white dress, leaving bright red stains that made Letta curse her carelessness.
Letta didn’t have much time to clean up the bottles. She had to hurry away before the servants found her. Letta swiftly opened the door and found herself right by the side of the house, next to a tall hedge. This prompted Letta to quickly search for a ladder to help her escape the premises. Letta spotted a bench that could potentially serve as a foothold. With some difficulty and a few scratches, Letta eventually managed to climb over the tall fence and leave the estate area.
Letta first regulated her breath upon hearing people chatting right behind her. Luckily, she had hidden behind the wall before the servants found her. Letta then started running, dragging her stained white gown along. She didn’t know how long she would have to run to leave the area, which indeed didn’t have many buildings. Marco had truly constructed the house in a secluded area, with only a few trees and a vast garden on either side.
Letta wasn’t sure whom she might encounter, as her conspicuous attire occasionally necessitated hiding whenever a car passed by the road. Her breath became increasingly labored, and her feet started to ache as she wasn’t wearing any footwear, causing her steps to become increasingly erratic. However, Letta paid it no mind. Her focus was to reach the main road so she could hail a vehicle.
Letta didn’t think about what she was carrying at the moment, even if it was just a phone in her hand. However, she was certain that she could break free from Marco’s clutches. For some reason, as she ran with what little strength remained, tears began to well up in her eyes. Letta never expected to be deceived like this. She cursed herself for believing everyone would treat her kindly. But after hearing Arabella’s words, it turned out there were selfish individuals who were willing to sacrifice others to fulfill their desires, including possibly Marco.
Letta could only caress her still-flat stomach. How could she find happiness for herself and her child when it seemed to be at the expense of someone like Marco? Letta abruptly halted her fast pace upon hearing the sound of a car approaching from behind. She quickly concealed herself behind a tree by the roadside. Subsequently, Letta could hear several cars passing by. However, when she peeked, she noticed it was the uniformed guards from Marco’s house. That meant her departure had been discovered, prompting Letta to be a bit more cautious.
Letta surveyed her surroundings. It was possible that the guards might return if they couldn’t find her, but the next moment, she shook her head. Marco wouldn’t allow the guards to return before finding her. Letta resumed running, even though she wasn’t far from the main road. Despite the gown hindering her steps and the sweat drenching her body, Letta didn’t care. Her only concern now was how to make it to the road without being detected by Marco.
As Letta attempted to catch her breath, suddenly a loud honk resounded from behind. Letta turned and widened her eyes. Recognizing the very familiar car, it was Marco’s vehicle. Without further thought, Letta started running again, aware that her pace would undoubtedly be no match for the speed of Marco’s car. With all her strength, Letta disregarded her already injured feet. When Letta saw the intersection leading to the main road, she ran with all her might. She also heard Marco’s car drawing closer, and the next moment, Letta didn’t know when her vision suddenly darkened as something swiftly and forcefully collided with her side.