Liana walked off with a spring in her step, humming happily, her victory shining in every note.
Meanwhile, Gloria still kneeling on the floor, slowly lifted her head. Her eyes shimmered with fake tears as she looked straight at Javier.
"Young Master… sob sob…"
Javier sighed, already sensing where this was going.
Gloria crawling forward with dramatic flair.
"Young Master!" she cried, reaching a hand toward him as though she were a tragic heroine abandoned by fate. "Bring me too!"
Javier's sigh turned into a low groan.
He straightened, sweeping his hand through his hair with a dramatic flourish. His eyes widened, gaze lifted toward the ceiling as if the heavens themselves were witness to his suffering.
"Oh, Gloriaaa!~" he cried, his voice trembling with theatrical sorrow. "Forgive me! I could not… I dared not intervene!"
