His voice seemed to wake something in her. She looked down on herself.
Why was she begging them? This was unlike her. "Morgan, you are fortunate we aren't involving the police. You should be grateful, you know you can easily spend the rest of your life in jail if we want you to." Vera began.
"But we won't because I don't want you to be miserable, even if we aren't blood related, I still consider you a sister," Vera added, lifting her head from Liam's chest. She looked pointedly at Morgan, as though she wanted her to know she was letting her off; she had the power to do anything while Morgan was weak.
Morgan got the message clearly. She stood. Her heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces, and at the same time, it was being pricked with tiny needles.
Morgan wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Make sure she gets out of our lives." Mr. Grayson stood, his stomach protruding from the white shirt he was wearing.
"And the party's over." He said, then left, heading for the stairs.
Morgan looked at the luggage that was in front of her.
She didn't want anything from them, not even the luggage or the clothes in it. It was a small luggage which obviously didn't fit in all her clothes, but she didn't care.
She wants to stop crying, but she can't stop. Thank you for the two years. It didn't end well, but the time was-"
"Just get out already," Davis said, cutting her short. He was three years older than her, still, he couldn't stand her.
She pressed her lips together, bowed and started walking out of the sitting room, the wheels of her luggage rolling behind her.
A maid ran over to give her her phone.
Morgan wasn't surprised to see some people lurking around the entrance of the mansion. Not even the reporters flashing their cameras on her stunned her.
She should have known they weren't letting her go just like that. They would always cause a scene. One thing about the Graysons was that they liked living for the people. Everything about them, they had filmed and posted.
This they did openly or in secret, like the one time Davis hired a fake paparazzi just to take photos of him shirtless.
"Morgan, is it true you deceived them?"
"Did you try to buy your way into the Grayson family because of money?"
"How much did you pay Miss Silver?"
"Were you sent here?"
The sea of reporters crowded her, surrounding her and shoving their microphone towards her.
She let go of her luggage and began covering her face. And then her ear. She could barely breathe and wanted to scream.
But the reporters didn't mind. They kept cramping over her.
"Wait, sister Morgan." At Vera's voice, the reporters paused and then slowly, they moved away from Morgan and turned their attention to Vera.
But they didn't try to surround her and took videos from a distance.
Morgan slowly moved her hands down. What did Vera want this time?
Vera scrunched her nose when she saw Morgan. Her mascara had run down along with her tears, leaving a black line on her cheeks.
"You look horrible, come, let me clean your face," she reached with a handkerchief to wipe her face. But Morgan slapped her hand away. Her skin crawled at the thought of Vera touching her.
The reporters and all who were there gasped, quickly judging Morgan. To them, she was a villain and Vera was just being kind.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to give you something." Vera's voice is soft and calm.
That moment, a maid stepped in, "I couldn't find the earrings."
"What? I had kept it in my room, and Morgan was the last person who entered my room today." She had asked Morgan to help her get something.
The crowd started whispering, each conceiving the same thought in their mind.
"What are you hinting at?" Morgan asked, feeling agitated.
"I never said you stole it, and even if you did, it's yours from the start, it always has been."
"Did you steal the earrings?"
"What other things have you stolen from Manson?" Morgan glared at Vera, watching as she suppressed a smirk.
Morgan didn't want to speak; she just picked up her luggage. She was about to leave when the maid pulled the luggage, and she quickly opened it, exposing all the contents. The earrings fell alongside the clothes.
"She stole the earrings, too?" Magret asked, but it was more like a statement. She is walking out of the mansion.
Morgan stayed silent.
"It doesn't matter, Mom, it's hers. She can do whatever she wants with it." Vera says as her mother takes her stand beside her. Liam and Davis walked out too.
"Morgan the thief, get out of this place already," Davis said.
Morgan's eyes are red, and her sight blurred by unshed tears. She is holding back, trying not to break down.
She picked up her things and placed them in her luggage, then she picked up the earrings. It was a diamond crystal-shaped earring.
She stared at it. Cold breeze hit her skin, she inhaled slowly and looked around.
Then, without a word, she raised her hand and threw the earring as far as she could, stunning the crowd.
"Ungrateful bitch how dare you?" Margaret was about to lunge at Morgan.
"You can't be a thief and an ungrateful bitch at the same time Morgan, pick one," Davis said.
"It's fine," Vera said.
"I did what I want with my gift, Vera, you can't possibly be mad at me, right?" Morgan's question had caught her off guard. Vera smiled and nodded.
"Morgan is the biggest mistake of the Grayson family. I hope we never meet again." Margaret said and left with her three children trailing behind her.
Morgan didn't stay back. The reporters didn't try to surround her or get an interview with her cause at that moment, the sky rumbled and rain poured heavily on the earth.
Morgan walked in the rain, there was no need to hold back her tears anymore.
As she walked out through the gate, she wondered if the sky was angry too, and if that's what it was crying about.