Orlando Evans's complexion had grown even more haggard, perhaps from being locked up overnight. Maybe she had finally come to reflect upon her own faults. At this moment, seeing Adele Horne, a hint of apology flickered in her eyes.
After all, from the very beginning, she had only used Adele—never once treating her as a friend.
Seeing Orlando Evans looking like this, Adele's heart, once filled with resentment, suddenly found it impossible to harbor that hate anymore.
She too began to reflect on all she had done to Orlando.
The two of them looked at each other.
Two minutes later, Adele, unable to hide the agitation in her voice, asked, "Orlando, the reason I came here today is to ask you just one thing. All these years, have you despised me like everyone else, hated my nasty temper, never once seeing me as a friend?"
Orlando looked at her but didn't immediately answer.
