Nora Harrow wanted to make herself look a bit stronger.
But her nose was tingling, her eyes were swelling, tears seemed about to fall. She shifted her gaze, looking toward the ceiling.
She admitted it, she actually admitted it.
Xavier Warren felt dizzy, a buzzing sound filled his ears.
Those words were like a slap in the face, suddenly striking him.
How could she be so cruel? His heart ached, and he was furious beyond measure.
He cried out in despair, unable to control himself as he swung his fist...
But the fist didn't land on her face; instead, it hit the bedside table.
His fist was covered in blood, the bright red trickling down the side of the table, his entire body bent over, bloodthirsty yet in disarray.
Nora Harrow stared at him motionlessly: "..."
Eleanor Whittaker had a look of sheer terror, as if she were shocked, unable to breathe, nearly fainting in her weakened state.
But inside, she was smiling with satisfaction.
