Your Love Is But a Dream

After stepping out of the Zachman residence, Katrina dialed the driver's number and asked him to pick her up. Since the driver had just left, it did not take long for him to return.

Seeing the suitcase in Katrina's hands, the driver hurriedly got out of the car and placed the suitcase into the trunk.

Katrina entered the car and looked out of the window, staring at the brightly lit villa disconnectedly.

"Let's go. Take me out of this hellhole," she said, looking away. Exhausted, she leaned against the seat and closed her eyes.

The driver did not dare to say much. He quickly uttered a brief response and drove off.

As the sound of the engine drew farther away, Martha went downstairs grimly.

Shirley was sitting anxiously on the living room couch when she saw Martha approaching.

Hurriedly getting to her feet, she began, "Mrs. Zachman Senior-"

her and

Martha, surprised by her sudden attack. "How dare you hit me?" she

in return was a disdainful laugh and another slap from Martha. She stood frozen to the spot, her

slapping Shirley. She looked at the latter disgustingly, saying, "You disgraceful woman! I'll make

and know your place.

on your side doesn't mean you can do all sorts of nonsense in this family. Who do you

casually providing for. Do you really think

our family after forcing Katrina away? Dream

not to turn a blind eye

and asked

shaking her head, looking as

who was supposed to help her did not show up. It was the first time Carlisle

felt. It was as if things were