The torrential rain poured down outside.
Laura felt a rush of warmth throughout her body, as if she no longer felt cold.
She wrapped her arms around herself, her mind clearer than ever before.
"Miss Marsh, you're being foolish... Why not call again? This time, let me do the talking."
Brenda still couldn’t bear to watch. She had heard it clearly just now that Mr. Bill had given her an out. As long as Miss Marsh admitted her mistake, this matter could be put to rest. But she never expected that Miss Marsh would be so stubborn.
Laura, however, let out a soft laugh. The beautiful memories of the past now seemed so few and far between.
She wiped the rain off her face, unable to tell whether it was rain or tears.
"Brenda, may I borrow your phone?”
She lifted her head and tears once again fell uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. But her smile was even more bitter than her tears.
Laura had made up her mind. She wouldn’t go back.
Brenda nodded with a sense of relief. "Ah, this is the right thing to do, Miss Marsh. It's always better to admit when you're wrong."
