Chapter 150: Go Ahead and Jump
Watching Waverly’s unpredictable actions, both Raylee and Shanice were dumbfounded. “My goodness, what are you up to now, you wicked woman?” Shanice scoffed. “Kneeling like that—you’re definitely up to no good. Ray-Ray, we need to stay away from this plague.”
She was just about to leave, pulling Raylee along with her, when Waverly suddenly clung tightly to Raylee’s leg. Tears streamed down her face.
“Raylee, I’m begging you—please don’t take Casimir to Musmeynia! He’s my fiancé, and I’m terrified something will happen to him! That place—it’s ruthless! They chew you up and spit you out! I know he’s going to suffer if he goes there. I’m really, truly worried about him!”
Raylee frowned. “What do you mean, I dragged him along? He insisted on coming. You’re his fiancée—why aren’t you trying to convince him? Instead, you come running to me? Have you lost your mind?”
“If I could convince him, I wouldn’t be here begging you!” Waverly sobbed, her words broken by hiccups. “Please, Raylee, spare him! You’ve had him for eighteen years already. I went through so much just to come home, to marry him, to have a connection with him—please don’t take away the man I love most!”
Watching Waverly in tears, Shanice felt immensely satisfied. “Looks like your charm isn’t as strong as you thought. Four years have passed, and yet, you still haven’t completely won over my brother. You know, what’s meant for you, no matter how hard you try, it’ll never be yours. And you, Waverly, are the perfect example of that.”
Waverly’s face flushed red with embarrassment, but she still kept pleading. “Raylee, I’ve shown so much respect to your birth family on your behalf—can’t you just let me have Casimir? I love him so much. He means more to me than my own life. I can’t bear to lose him!”
Shanice sneered. “Oh, please. You make yourself sound so noble. Are you really in love with my brother, or do you just love the status of being the lady of the Sutherland family? Among the four great families in Jexburgh, if it weren’t for my brother being engaged to you, who would even spare you a second glance? It’s no surprise that a vain woman like you would cling to my brother so desperately.”
Waverly’s face turned pale, then green, then white as she stammered in panic, “It’s not like that, Shanice! I really do love Casimir!”
She turned back to Raylee, clutching her hands tightly. “Raylee, please! Can’t you consider all the hardships I’ve endured for you over the past eighteen years and spare Casimir?”
Raylee’s gaze was ice-cold. “Don’t make yourself sound so grand,” she said flatly. “Those eighteen years of wealth and status—I already returned them to you a long time ago.”
“Exactly!” Shanice huffed. “Ray-Ray even spent four years in prison for you, suffering through hell! Eighteen years? Even if it were twenty-eight, she’s more than repaid that debt!”
“Waverly sobbed even harder… Kaylee, I know you’ve suffered because of our past conflicts. I swear I’ll make it up to you, bit by bit! I beg you, please don’t send Casimir there! As long as he doesn’t go to his doom, I’ll do anything you ask!”
“If you want to convince someone, go talk to him yourself,” Raylee said, completely unmoved. “I can’t help you.”
She had never once insisted that Casimir go to Musmeynia. Not from the beginning, not now. Whether she went or not didn’t matter. Her only mission was to bring Jeremiah back alive. Casimir was willing to help her, so of course, she welcomed his assistance. But life and death—that had nothing to do with her.
Waverly kept trying to plead with her, but it was like talking to a brick wall. Left with no other option, she ran out in tears.
After leaving the restroom, Raylee and Shanice noticed a crowd gathering at the end of the corridor. As they got closer, Raylee was surprised to hear Waverly’s desperate cries, “Don’t come any closer!” Waverly sobbed. “If you do, I swear I’ll jump!”