'She felt so wronged!'
'What in the world am I to him?'
Nathan Fawcett opened his eyes and looked at her. He saw the miserable look on her face, an expression he rarely saw.
After all, she had always been so carefree.
Nathan Fawcett said, "I haven't been around for the past two days. Why are you blaming me for your bad mood?"
Anne Sutton replied, "You know why."
"What do I know?" Nathan Fawcett looked at her and said, "It's just a sprained ankle. Didn't I arrange for someone to take care of you?"
"..." Anne Sutton looked at him, suddenly feeling like there was no point in saying anything.
'It's true...'
'What could she possibly hope for from him?'
'Did she really expect him to be a little kinder to her?'
'How is that possible?'
'He's not the kind of person who would ever be good to her!'
Anne Sutton said, "Forget it. I'm not talking to you."
