During training practice, Layla had suddenly stopped everything. "Betty."
Her voice had been unusually serious. "We need to talk."
Betty immediately agreed. The two of them sat together on a nearby bench.
For several moments, neither spoke. Layla simply stared at the sky. Finally, she broke the silence. "Betty."
Her voice was soft. "Will there ever come a day when you can completely break free from your wealthy family?"
Betty looked at her in surprise, but Layla continued staring upward. "I don't need riches, Betty."
Her voice carried unusual sincerity. "I don't need you to be rich so that you can support us."
A faint smile appeared on her face. "We're both capable people."
She finally turned toward Betty. "And you know that too, right?"
The moment those words left Layla's mouth, Betty's eyes immediately became moist.
A painful silence settled between them.
Betty slowly lifted her head and stared at the sky. Her voice trembled slightly. "But I can't."
