Too late for a second chance (Lila and Dorian)

Chapter 120

Leyla would settle the score one day. But for now, she let her tears flow freely, clutching at Lila's dress.

Lila frowned at the gesture and stepped back. "Stand up. I don't need your apology on your knees!"

Leyla ignored her, remaining kneeling as she choked out. "I'm sorry, Ms. Hart. It's my fault. I don't have the money. My father is still in the hospital, and all my money is spent on his medical bills. I'm begging you, please forgive me..."

The crowd, which had just been filled with condemnation toward her, now felt a wave of sympathy after hearing her words.

They looked at Lila as though she were the real instigator in this situation.

Leonard, Jamie, and Teddy all frowned.

Lila frowned, too, narrowing her eyes and taking another step back. "I have no personal grudge against you. You've brought this trouble upon yourself, and I have no obligation to forgive you. Compensation is your responsibility."

Leyla hadn't expected Lila to be so unsympathetic.

She bit her lip, her voice trembling with sobs. "But I have no money. I really don't. If I give you everything, my dad won't have money for treatment. He'll die... Please, I'm begging you to let me go."

Leonard rubbed his temples, clearly conflicted, and hesitantly glanced at Lila.

Lila took a deep breath. "Stand up. Stop making it look like I'm bullying you. Paying for what you broke is your responsibility."

up trouble if it leaked, Jamie and

Leonard's uneasy expression and paused before saying, "I'm

this was Jamie and Teddy's first film.

the feeling that something about this incident

her camera, her heart aching for the damage. Even with compensation, the gift from Kieran could never be restored

if he had given it to her, why had she rejected the chance

the desire to gossip became even

still standing here? Don't you

reluctantly after the

mix of happiness and sadness flickering in her heart. She wanted to approach him but was stopped

"Uh..."

by

If you have something to say,

hesitated. "For us photographers, a camera is like a wife—sacred and

odd, it wasn't

glued to the camera. "So... Can I touch your

was speechless. She handed the camera over and asked, "Mr. Workman, you mentioned earlier that

it must have been the original. And yet, after all her research, she hadn't noticed anything

the camera intently. "Can I