Chapter 12

"I'm just so heartbroken that in this life, I won't even have the chance to wear a wedding dress."

"What's the point of living anymore!"

Harvey turned pale with shock, quickly snatching the knife from her hand and throwing it far away:

"Lydia, what are you doing?"

"You're a top-tier rich beauty, the line of men wanting to marry you stretches all the way to London."

"Who the hell does Isabella think she is, daring to compare herself to you?"

"This isn't your fault, she's just playing hard to get."

"She's already found her next target, who knows whose kid she's carrying!"

"I'll definitely get to the bottom of this."

Towards the end, he was already becoming somewhat distracted.

Lydia suddenly remembered something and sent me a message:

"Isabella, are you dead?"

"Even if you're dead, Harvey wouldn't give you a second glance."

"Isabella, you've lost so miserably."

But she noticed a red exclamation mark appeared next to the chat window.