With Brian's arrangement, the doctor immediately performed the ligation procedure on Ayla.

A week after her operation, she was discharged from the hospital and went back to the villa.

As soon as she entered the living room, there was no expression on her pale face.

For her, even though she was still alive, her heart had died.

And she would never return to her old self.

Maria helped her to go upstairs.

But when they reached her room, she stopped at the door.

"Maria, help me pack my things.I'll move to the servants' house," she said.

Brian just stood behind them and didn't say a word.

Maria turned her head and glanced at him, hoping to hear his objection.But since he didn't, she went in and started packing Ayla's stuff.

During the entire week that Ayla was in the hospital, Brian stayed with her.

But the two of them hadn't spoken a word, so they never talked about the divorce she requested before.

Now that she wanted to move to the servants' house, it only meant that she was not interested in the title of Mrs.Clark anymore.

She probably even disdained it.

So he didn't object or force her to stay in the villa.

But it didn't mean that he would let her go.

The condition of the servants' house of course was not as good as that of the main villa.

Her room in this house was small and not as warm as the room Ayla used to live in.

"Mrs.Clark, are you sure you want to stay here?"Maria asked.

Ayla had not fully recovered yet, so she was worried that it wasn't suitable for Ayla to live in this house.

Ayla smiled at the older woman and said, "Well, it's pretty good here.And from now on, don't call me Mrs.Clark anymore.Just call me Lala."

After everything that happened, she wanted to let go of everything that Brian gave her.They didn't belong to her in the first place.

Maria nodded and said, "Okay, Lala.Go to bed and have a rest now."

She knew that Ayla was a stubborn woman.

But after what she had witnessed, she didn't know if Ayla was lucky or not to meet Brian.

Ayla had been through a lot.

And to help her feel at ease, Maria agreed to her request.

From now on, she was just Ayla Woodsen.

Brian looked at Maria, who was standing in front of him.

He then said, "If she wants to stay in the servants' house, let her.

Just continue taking care of her daily life, but let her clean up the main villa."

"But Mr.Clark, Mrs.Clark still needs rest."

was also

knew that he

people actually had a chance to be happy

she might

wait until

then turned around and

for three days now.She didn't do

"Lala, time for dinner."

room with a

she still prepared

the bowl of soup and drank a few

said, "I'm

keep your good health.Otherwise, you will suffer a lot

mouthfuls of soup,

alright.By the way, I want

Ayla took a coat.

could only watch her helplessly.She didn't want

still go out because Brian didn't restrict

drive for her and take her wherever

her

shop

anywhere else, so they just

dug a pit next to the servants' house, and buried all the clothes

also erected a wooden tablet in the middle, but she didn't write anything there.Her heart

she could

who had been standing

However, she refused.

back to her room, she said to Maria, "You can go back to your room and have a rest.You don't have

baby clothes just now, she also buried both her baby and her

was nothing but just a living

villa more often

Ayla tried her best

home, she stayed in the servants' house

the sofa in the living room and reading the

in the garden.But

aware that Ayla was deliberately

left

"Okay."

stood up and walked

at the withered flowers and plants that had been covered by thick

her face, she cut

hands had already

in the

seemed not

want to see him, but she remembered that she had

was in the study, sitting at his

slender and clean fingers were tapping on the keyboard

He looked very busy.

back to the villa and personally

study

I come

a low voice without raising his

and said,

desk and put down

"What's the matter?"

knew that she wouldn't want to see him, let alone

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