Scarlett felt a wave of cold indifference wash over her. "Let's go."
Her words were directed at Wesley, her gaze fixed on him.
Patrick, hearing this, couldn't resist a sarcastic remark.
"Just a moment ago, you claimed to love me, and now Wesley is all you see. Love me? Please, even an i***t wouldn't buy that."
Scarlett stared him down. "Patrick, love doesn't die overnight, just like leaves don't turn yellow in a day. And when you try to accuse me of being heartless, maybe you should think about what you've done."
With that, she turned and walked out of the study.
Wesley gave Patrick one final, warning look before following Scarlett.
Patrick stood there, watching her retreating figure, her words ringing in his ears.
He quickly called for the butler.
The man had worked for the Hasti
