His two hands were buried deep inside his pockets as he watched a lone figure slowly walk toward the gate with just a suitcase in her hand.
Lena walked for more than thirty minutes under the scorching sun, making her way to the gate step by step. Earlier, she had refused to go with any of the drivers, deciding not to use any of Raymond's cars.
Since he said she should get out of his life, that was exactly what she would do.
Hence began the long and rigorous journey to the gate.
When she finally reached it, the security guards exchanged surprised glances before quickly opening the gate without asking any questions.
They had clearly recognized her but chose to remain silent.
Lena had already called Sylvia for help.
When she stepped outside the gate, she found a small place to sit and waited quietly.
Soon Sylvia arrived.
She hurriedly stepped out of the car, her eyes widening in shock the moment she saw the state Lena was in.
