When Malcolm heard their footsteps behind him, his heart sank.
Roland kept pestering him, making him lose another chance tonight.
He wanted to send Marilyn back, but Roland was there.
All the way out of the hospital, Malcolm did not say a word. Roland was by Marilyn's side, so Malcolm had no chance to send her home.
When they arrived at the parking lot, Marilyn looked at Malcolm and said, "Malcolm, thank you. Drive safe!"
Malcolm stared at her quietly and did not say a word.
Marilyn smiled and followed Roland into the car.
Roland drove off with Marilyn in the car.
Malcolm quickly took out his phone and found the address that Julian had sent him last time.
It was the address of Marilyn.
He turned on the navigation, turned around, and got into the car. Then, he set off for Marilyn's home.
Marilyn leaned against the chair tiredly. She closed her eyes and did not speak.
What happened today surprised her. She was not prepared at all.
Roland glanced sideways at her and saw that there was a faint worry lingering on her face. His eyes flashed slightly.
"Lynn, are you still not feeling well?" he asked.
"I feel much better now!" Marilyn answered him with her eyes closed.
Roland added, "Lynn, I'm afraid that Sandy would insist that she was out of mind and thus did such a thing to you. This woman is simply crazy."
Marilyn smiled weakly and said, "She is indeed crazy." Sandy might do something crazier.
Marilyn knew that Sandy was even crazier than people thought.
Jeannie glanced at her again and warned, "You must be careful and stay away from her next time!"
Marilyn suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Roland, sneering, "Roland, will there be a next time?"
Sandy was hiding in the dark, so Marilyn was caught off guard. So Sandy made it.
But Marilyn would definitely not make the same mistake.
Roland said with a bright smile, "Lynn, that would be great. A vicious woman like her will definitely pay the price."
Malcolm was ruthless enough to send Sandy to the police station. It was reasonable. Marilyn didn't think he had done anything wrong.
Now that she had the guts to cause trouble, she must have the guts to bear the consequences.
Even if Malcolm hadn't called the police, Roland would have done the same thing.
They shared the same opinions in this regard.
Marilyn thought about it and said, "Roland, do you think I should be a little more despicable and call Margie tonight? She must be anxious. Let's see if I can find anything from her about where she hit me back then."
"Despicable?" Roland smiled coldly. "Lynn, Margie is the most despicable."
Margie spoke with a sharp and unkind tone. Like mother, like daughter. As the old saying goes, parents should be to blame if their kids don't behave. Sandy was so grumpy. He hated her.
Marilyn smiled mildly, "Roland since you say so, I'll make a call when we get back." As long as she knew the location of the crash, she would be able to confirm her speculation.
However...
A trace of bitterness flashed through Marilyn's heart. She hoped that her speculation wasn't true. It would be too much for her.
"Alright!" Roland agreed with her. "Lynn, I'm afraid you won't be brave enough. I'll be with you."
Marilyn smiled helplessly. "Roland, do you think I'm still what I used to be 7 years ago?"
"I know. I know you have become brave." Roland beamed. He was relieved.
When Marilyn came back, she wanted to find out the reason herself, and then...
Marilyn suddenly hesitated. She wondered if she should take revenge.
Margie was right.
No matter what mistakes Margie had made, Marilyn grew up in the Chambers family.
However, if Margie had not taken Marilyn away when she hit Marilyn and had waited for Marilyn's family to find her, at the very least, Marilyn's parents would not have suffered from the loss of their daughter, and she would not have gone through so many hardships.
Marilyn laughed.
It was the dark side of humanity.
It was impossible for her to bear no grudge. The heartache at that moment let her know that the hatred in her heart was still there.
Marilyn closed her eyes to rest all the way and did not speak again.
Malcolm's car followed them at a moderate pace.
At that moment, he was the only one in the car. His gaze was very cold, his face expressionless. As his gaze moved, it was bloodthirsty and cruel.
Marilyn got out of the car, and Roland walked her in.
Malcolm parked the car not far away, looking at Marilyn's home, which was brightly lit.
He thought, "Is this her home?"
There were a lot of people living there, and he felt a sense of happiness and warmth when he looked out the window outside.
He felt guilty about Marilyn. But he also felt lucky that he still had the chance to make it up to her.
Malcolm could see the figures from the window, and he knew that they were a happy family.
He smiled bitterly. Marilyn and he both longed for a home.
"Malcolm, don't worry. You will have everything," he thought.
Malcolm told himself that if Marilyn did not reject him, he would have a chance.
"Have we met before?" A sweet voice sounded.
Malcolm suddenly looked at the little girl smiling at him. It was his daughter, Laverne.
Malcolm's cold gaze instantly turned gentle. "Yes!" His hoarse voice was a little low, but there was an indescribable excitement in it.
On such a quiet night, he was lucky to meet his daughter. He would be too excited to fall asleep.
Laverne smiled sweetly. She went out to buy something. Just as she was returning home, she saw him sitting in the car. That infatuated gaze was fixed on the window of her home.
His deep eyes were lonely, making people feel sad. She wanted to ignore it and go back, but she felt that she had seen him.
Laverne smiled sweetly, "I remember you. I met you in my mother's company. Don't you think we look like each other?"
Laverne studied painting and was obsessed with portraits. For her, a perfect understanding of one's outline was necessary for a vivid painting.
Malcolm didn't expect Laverne to be so sensitive. Arturo had found the same thing and had asked him the same question too.
"Laverne, we do look alike, but it's already so late. Where have you been? Why did you get home so late?" Laverne was very beautiful. If she wore a beautiful dress, she would definitely be as beautiful as Marilyn when she was a child.
"Oh!" Laverne raised the seasoning in her hand. "I went out to buy spices. We just moved here not long ago, and many things have not been bought, so I bought some."