"From the car accident and hospitalization up until now, this lukewarm, just-letting-things-drift attitude of yours—what exactly are you trying to say to me with it?"
Abigail Hemsworth looked at him coldly. Faced with his fury at this moment, she only let out a cool laugh.
"Lukewarm, just letting things drift… Travis Miller, does this attitude of mine make you feel bad? Then have you ever thought about what kind of attitude you actually want from me?"
"You want me to act like nothing ever happened? I've been doing exactly that for a long time, but now it seems it didn't really work."
She tugged at the corner of her lips, a stubborn, unruly smile on her face.
"So should I throw a big tantrum with you? About what? Force you to ignore Salma Lula, forbid you from making up for what you owe her, make you into a heartless bastard who can never straighten his back again, whose spine gets poked to shreds by everyone?"
The rage-filled eyes of Travis Miller suddenly froze.
