Elisa pursed her lips, and Rachel glared at the bedded patient. We know you’re lying.
“Well… I’m not qualified to help. She’s young, but her future seems uncertain…”
The visitor sat down on the chair next to Linda’s bed. She folded her arms and became tight-lipped.
“Linda,” she called out.
Is she recording?
She could but having all the ample proof of her condition seems redundant.
However, Gareth was the one who made the tape public. Elisa similarly received on her reputation.
She felt Elisa’s scrutinizing gaze. The patient restrained her emotions from spilling out.
Elisa smiled, “In the end, we alone are responsible for our choices, and the consequences that follow.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe Benett’s were not happy with that remark.
Linda made a valiant effort to remain silent.
Rose would not stand idly by as she made a fool of her daughter. “Elisa, Linda cannot tolerate any
visits at the moment,” Rose declared.
Elisa turned to the mother, “Why?” She smirked, “You want to shield her from cold hard truths? Like, lie
about how much dearest Gareth still intends to marry her?”
Rose Meek: “…You’re upsetting her.”
Elisa nodded, “Accepting your situation is good, you know? Sooner or later, she’ll have to recognize
how hopeless it all is.”
The mother was visibly upset, “You… Elisa, I told you…”
Elisa interrupted the enraged woman.
She directed her statement toward the in-house patient.
“Gareth is a player. You of all people should know this, with how he treats his women.” She whispered,
“Do you really believe that you’re special? You’re an exception to his little games?”
“The only reason he stuck around was guilt.” She eyed her with a grin, “Now that he’s free of that
obligation, what makes you think he’ll even think about you?”
Linda: !!!
The b*tch!
Harassing me with nasty words!
This is why she’s here!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDid I antagonize her enough?
Linda wouldn’t allow Elisa the satisfaction.
With steadied her breath and composed herself.
Elisa affirmed, “Linda, why obsess over someone who treats you like trash? He’ll dump you like a sad,
disposable Styrofoam cup.” The woman leered, “Don’t you even feel shame for yourself? It’s almost
tragic how little self-respect you have for yourself. You love someone who won’t even miss you, or look
twice, when you’ve landed yourself in the loony bin. Admit it, you’re disposable.”
Rachel was having the time of her life with the pot being stirred. If it weren’t for the grave looks from the
Benett’s, she would have busted out laughing.
Elisa, you devil! Harsh, but I’m sure Linda is itching to say something.
“Elisa, enough,” said the provoked mother. “Any more out of you, and I’ll call the staff to escort you out.”