'Go abroad? And never come back for the rest of my life?'
A sharp pain shot through Eleanor Bishop's heart, as if it had been pierced by a needle. Her face turned deathly pale, and tears began to stream down her cheeks.
Her lips trembled as she asked anxiously, "So, Mom... did you agree?" She knew her mother had already agreed, but she asked anyway, unwilling to accept it.
"Of course I agreed. Why wouldn't I?" Yara Ross said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Hearing her mother's words, Eleanor Bishop let go of Yara Ross's arm and took a step back.
She gave a self-deprecating laugh.
Even though they had already separated, with no chance of ever getting back together, he wouldn't even leave her with a final shred of dignity.
How cruel... how utterly cruel...
'Archie Lockwood, are you that afraid I'll cling to you? Are you that desperate to drive me far, far away?'
