Matthew Taylor noticed the expression on Emma Hart's face and wisely chose to remain silent, sitting quietly beside her in a show of support.
In the direction of the flashing lights, a figure crouched down, satisfied with the photos on their phone, and left with a smug smile. These photos were enough to ensure she would never find a foothold again.
Emma Hart clenched her fists tightly. Despite her popularity within the Sterling family, if it weren't for that woman's arrival, she would have been Mrs. Sterling by now.
Emma Hart sat on the bench, her face full of sorrow. She looked up at the sky; the sunset was still glaring, making her eyes sting. As she raised her hand to rub her eyes, she felt the warmth of tears. She realized she was crying, overwhelmed by the pressure—whether it was the Sterling family's rejection or her own family's misunderstanding.
