I'm jealous because I love you, what about you? Nathan, do you really love me?!"
The servant heard the commotion upstairs and hurried up, rushing into the Study Room.
"Sir, Miss, what's going on?!"
Sally Dalton took a deep breath, turned around, and dashed towards the door.
"Miss!"
The servant quickly followed, and by this time, Nathan Leafcastle also came to his senses, striding over the shattered pieces on the ground and rushing to the staircase entrance.
At this moment, Sally Dalton had already reached the foyer.
Watching her silhouette, Nathan Leafcastle was burning with anxiety.
On the right side of his foot, a shard of a cup had pierced through his slipper, cutting into the side of his foot, causing blood to spill out. Stepping on the wooden floor left a curved trace of blood, which he hadn't noticed at all.
Rushing down, Nathan Leafcastle darted over and grabbed Sally Dalton, who was about to pull open the door.
"Sally, I'm sorry... please listen to my explanation."
