Velma glared at Malcolm. Although she could hear the insulting words from him every time, she had been tolerant. But now, she could not marry him.
Then, she did whatever she wanted and did not have to care about Malcolm's views and feelings.
Velma's eyes became unprecedentedly cold, "Mr. Lowe, no matter what my mother says, she is a senior. Moreover, my mother has been taking care of you all these years. Why is your attitude towards her so bad?
For the sake of the woman behind you, you have disrespected my mother many times. Is this woman more important than my mother? In your heart, is this how you respect my mother?"
Velma kept questioning and criticizing him. She knew that Malcolm was indifferent and angry with her, so she could only talk about her mother.
No matter how vicious Malcolm was, he would still consider her mother. After all, Malcolm owed the Remington family a lot.
Malcolm listened to Velma's accusation, his eyes still cold and cruel, "I don't need you to care about how I treat Mrs. Remington. Get out of here."
Debbie only came back to her senses because of the yell by Malcolm.
She glanced at Velma. She came today because she had something to tell Malcolm.
At this time, Sergio, who came back from the bathroom, heard Malcolm's roar and strode into the office.
Seeing that Velma and Debbie were also here, he frowned and said apologetically, "Sorry, I went to the bathroom just now." The concise explanation made Malcolm want to get angry at him, but he instantly lost the impulse to do so.
Debbie glanced at Velma and said, "Velma, you go out first. I have something to tell Malcolm."
Velma glanced at her and nodded reluctantly before she left with a cold face.
However, after walking a distance, she looked back at Marilyn, who was behind Malcolm. Seeing that Marilyn was still lowering her head, she was still puzzled. With Malcolm's personality, it was impossible for him to protect a woman who did not get married but had a child. There were too many things that she could not figure out.
She slowly withdrew her gaze, raised her head, and walked out arrogantly.
Sergio looked and also walked out. However, when he turned around, he looked deeply at Marilyn.
Debbie looked at Marilyn and said angrily, "What? You want to hide behind Malcolm forever?"
Marilyn bit her lips and slowly walked out from behind Malcolm.
Malcolm looked at her red and swollen face. His heart ached. He asked worriedly, "Lynn, are you alright?"
Marilyn looked at him, shook her head slightly, and slowly walked out without saying a word.
When Marilyn passed by Debbie, she paused slightly and glanced sideways at Debbie's profile. She took a deep look before walking out expressionlessly.
Debbie was furious. She looked at Malcolm and said earnestly, "Malcolm, I know that you have always wanted to find Carolyn. You have always wanted to marry Carolyn, but she is not Carolyn.
We have been looking for her for so many years, but have not heard from her ever since. She is already dead. Can you just accept it?
I don't care what kind of woman you are looking for, but she is an unmarried woman with a child, and she keeps pestering you. Don't you think it is strange?"
Marilyn's hand, which was just about to pull the office door, paused slightly, and she heard Malcolm's angry and cold voice coming from behind her.
"So funny..." Malcolm's laughter was mixed with sadness. "Mrs. Remington, she is your daughter. Do you want her to die?
With your mentality, even if she is right in front of your eyes right now, you can't recognize her, because you have already given up on her.
You gave up, but I never gave up.
No matter what she becomes, one day, I will bring Lynn in front of you and let you see her. You think she is dead, but she is still living in this world!"
For a moment, Malcolm really wanted to tell her the truth that her daughter was right in front of her and she should not treat her own daughter so cruelly, but...
Every time the words came to Malcolm's mouth, he thought of Yvonne, who was very cruel. He really did not dare to be careless.
He had no courage to lose again.
If he did so, he would die!
Marilyn listened to Malcolm and looked back at him deeply. Seeing that he was in pain, she bit her lips hard and resisted the urge to cry, slowly walking out.
The office instantly became cold and silent.
As Malcolm's accusations echoed in Debbie's mind, her heart ached as if it had been cut by a knife.
She glared at Malcolm and asked, "Malcolm, you keep saying that you want to wait for Carolyn to come back and marry her. Then tell me, what happened between you and the woman? Are you worthy of Carolyn?
"Are you worthy of all the years of waiting?"
In the face of Debbie's accusation, Malcolm closed his eyes painfully and fell on the sofa in pain.
Marilyn must be very painful at this moment, very bitter!
Damn it!!
He always watched her get into trouble under his nose.
Debbie wanted to sit opposite Malcolm. Today, she came over because she had something important to talk about with him.
But just as Debbie took a step forward, she heard Malcolm's low roar, "Get out!"
Malcolm's cold tone made Debbie stop in her tracks and look at him in disbelief. "Malcolm, must you treat me like this?"
Malcolm closed his eyes and did not speak. At the moment, he did not want to say a word.
Debbie had always understood his temper. She knew that he would not listen to anything she said. She suppressed the unhappiness in her heart and said, "Malcolm, I know you are in a bad mood. I have something to tell you. I will come over when you are not angry."
Debbie looked at him deeply and turned to leave.
Malcolm was lonely and in pain at the moment, and he knew that loneliness could drive him crazy.
At this moment, all the sadness, pain, exhaustion, and bitterness were withstood by him.
As for Marilyn, she silently returned to the office and looked at the message that Roland had sent her. There seemed to be something that was hard to describe in her gaze, heavy and tired.
Alaina, who was opposite her, looked at her red and swollen cheeks and had been maintaining this indescribable posture for a long time. She asked worriedly, "Ms. Chapman, are you alright? It's almost lunchtime. Shall we go for lunch together?"