The Biggest Loser Is My Lover

Chapter 29: Dawn

"Should I say…good job, Nong. You caught me.” Engfa said with a sarcastic tone. “Okay.” She chuckled while looking down, shaking her head slowly. Her smile faded almost instantaneously after that as she lifted her gaze back to Lingling. “Do you have proof?” 

Lingling's blood was starting to boil but she kept her composure—Engfa neither confirmed nor denied it directly. “Who else would do it? You wanted so badly to buy off my shares. And on top of that, you sabotaged our proposal for the estate property. Don't you deny it.” She kept her eyes on the other girl, pleading that she was wrong. “Despite that, I let it go because I still value our friendship even when you clearly don't.” 

There was a subtle change in Engfa's expression then, but Lingling did not notice it. Her eyes almost faltered. 

“I don't even know why you're doing this. Do you really hate me that much? What did I ever do to you?” With every second, the pain of betrayal added weight to the frustration Lingling was carrying. 

“Let's say, I did. What are you going to do?” Engfa asked. There was a moment of silence after. “Hm?” Lingling didn't answer, so she snorted—the younger one was always softhearted for her own good. “Well, anyway, you always think you can do no wrong. You haven't changed, have you?” She looked out to the pond for a second, before smirking. “You come here accusing me of something you're not even sure I did.” 

Namtan could see Lingling's nails digging into her palm. She stepped forward a little in case a fight ensues. 

“You're not a saint either, Lingling. You act all good, but the moment you don't need someone anymore, you'll throw them away like trash.” Engfa stared directly into Lingling’s eyes, her gaze icy and indifferent. 

At that moment, something dawned on Lingling. “You were there, weren't you?”

Namtan had zero idea what her future sister-in-law was talking about. But if she had to guess, it involved Charlotte Austin. 

Then, Lingling finally realized it—Engfa might have heard her talking to Charlotte that night. The latter did tell her back in Amsterdam that she was supposed to meet the former that night, but she never came. “Did you have feelings for Charlotte?” 

Engfa drew in a sharp breath. “Does it matter if I did or not?”

“I did what I had to do.” Lingling said firmly. “You have no—” She cut herself off before could say anything further as she tried to calm herself down. “You have no idea how hard it was for me.” She added, but Engfa only sneered. Every time she thought about that night, there was still a part of her that felt guilty no matter how hard she tried to bury it. She took a step towards Engfa then—Namtan readied herself to get in between them if necessary. Taking in a calming breath, she said, “So, this is what it's all about, huh? Do you really hate me because of that?” 

Engfa looked away then. She didn't want to listen anymore. 

“Phi.” 

At that moment, the stoic expression on Engfa's face wavered but just for a second. 

“Charlotte told me you were supposed to meet, but you didn't come.” Lingling kept looking towards Engfa even if the latter was looking away seemingly bored. “And isn't that a little hypocritical of you to pin this all on me? You abandoned her too. You had your chance, so don't blame your cowardice on me.” 

“Are you done?” Engfa asked, her brow raised. 

Lingling could feel tears forming in her eyes. It was terrible enough to know that the person whom you considered a friend hated you. More so, when that said friend was trying to ruin you just because of a misunderstanding. This conversation won't go anywhere, she thought. She shouldn't have gone here in the first place. “Mess with my marriage once again and I'll forget that you were ever my friend.”