In the villa's living room, Nathan Moore stood in front of the sofa, watching Ariana Evans bandage Olivia Zane's hand, his handsome face dark and brooding.
Titus Zane stood on the other side, head down, plush lips pressed together tightly, his thick curled lashes hiding the emotion in the depths of his eyes.
She thought Nathan would at least listen to her explanation, but when she saw Olivia kneeling on the ground, clutching the back of her hand, crying and saying, "Nathan, don't scold sister, it's not her fault, I'm the one to blame, I wasn't careful, it wasn't intentional on her part..."
At that moment, Titus didn't even know what had happened.
All she heard was the sound of breaking crockery and Olivia's cry at the same time; by the time Titus turned and reached Olivia, Nathan had already appeared at the kitchen doorway.
Looking at him, his handsome face was terribly somber.
"Titus, I never imagined that after so many years, you could still be so malicious..."
