After speaking for a while, I was winded, my worn out condition deeply concerned Laura as she placed her hand on my forehead, checking my temperature.
âOh, my gosh!
Bright, you are burning with fever. Let me take you to the hospital. Your hunger strike has left adverse effects on your health.â
But I refused, regulating my breathing. I wished to discuss everything in my mind before anything else.
âItâs just a fever, Laura. Donât bother!
Let me end this suspense for once. I wonât be able to rest without clear communication.â
From my early years of business, I had one principle to adhere to: Solve everything through dialogue!
No matter how difficult or unpleasant the situation was, I never left anything resolved, avoiding miscommunication. Only my heart knew how I had suffered in the loneliness of my room in the past weeks. The lack of connection was suffocating me.
Thankfully, Laura understood my point and nodded.
âOk, fine. As you wish.
Then how did your protest end in that engagement, Bright? Did your mom threaten you?â
Lauraâs words pushed a serious matter into my consideration, I was unaware of why she was calling Sienna my fiancé.
âI am not engaged to the Lockwoodâs heiress, Laura. Itâs just that I fell ill because of my hunger strike, so my dad forced me to surrender. He took me to meet Sienna to a gathering at our farm house.
I just walked with her to that party and left after ten minutes.â
Now, it was Lauraâs turn to have a heart attack, she clutched her chest and gasped.
âWhat?
You only met Sienna because of your parentsâ pressure, and the spokesperson of the Wilson family has announced that you are engaged!â
She then took out her cell phone and showed me social media trends. My jaw slacked to see my pictures with Sienna everywhere. It didnât take me long to understand the trends.
âActually, itâs like a business deal, not engagement, Laura.â
I simplified the meaning of this news to introduce her to another dark reality of our grim world.
âAs our parents agreed for a marital alliance, they released this news publicly to manipulate the stock market. Thus, attracting more investors with the lure of a promising future.
It has nothing to do with emotions and relationships.â
Laura shuddered uncontrollably, imagining the power of greed, she spoke meekly.
âHenry is an active part of this business world; he always protected me from such scandals and dreary traditions.
Now I think that it wasnât blissful ignorance. I should have known it better to be with you.â
She rested her head on my shoulder and sniffled, calming my soul with her unique warmth.
âI am so sorry that you have to face so much because of me, Bright. It must be hard for you to satisfy your parents and come back to me.â
Laura didnât mind the dirt on my clothes, only noticing my pain, her worry for me as a simple person swayed my heart.
It was her adorable trait that she had never taken me as a Bright Wilson, an heir of the renowned political family, but a normal human being with Disonette The 99th Game Was Mine All Along 82.696 Chapter 186 feelings. I was able to live as just Bright with her. She was my home, a solace recharge my emotional battery and find peace, the one I had never experienced anywhere in the world.
Brushing her hair gently, I sighed and mustered up some courage to move to the next part of my struggle.
âAfter that party, I had guessed that my parents would definitely spread some rumors, informing their allies about this deal.
So, I took my protest to a new height. I expressed my unease openly, confronting my dad, who came to offer thirty percent shares of his friendâs company as a gift.â
The scenes of smashing articles, screaming in frustration, and banging my fists on the door of my room revolved in my head, making me feel vulnerable. I said dejectedly, âI was helpless in my own familyâs mansion for more than seven days. The servants, guards, butlers, everyone heard my calls except my mom and dad. They turned deaf ears to my reasoning and kept me locked.
They didnât spare time for their fussy son, attending parties and work collaborations as usual. It was like my opinion didnât even matter in such a significant event of my life.â
But eventually, their negligence paved a way for me, âAs my attempts were unnoticed, I became silent, not responding to any of the provocation. I spent my time mediating and reading books for a convincing act.
Luckily, my method worked, and my mom softened the security outside the room and mansion in the afternoon.â
After this accomplishment, I reshaped my perfect plan and waited for all the servants outside my room to fall asleep tonight. At last, that was my chance to break the chains of restrain.
âMy parents werenât at home, so I took advantage of this opportunity and escaped from my homeâs jail.
I gathered the bedsheets in my room to make a rope and jumped out of the window. Honestly speaking, Laura. I felt relieved after running out of that dark abyss.â
Throughout my story, Laura paid full attention to my emotional trauma like a good partner, comforting me as she was pained to listen to my anguish However, as soon as I mentioned that jump, she straightened up and squealed âI tied my bedsheets together to make a rope and climbed out the window.â
âYOU JUMPED?!â
Laura looked horrified.
In an instant, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands already reaching for my legs.
âBright, roll up your pantsâNOW!â