At that moment, Robert's eyes were blazing, his voice already rough around the edges from holding back everything he truly wanted to say.
"You know what, Abigail?" he said, teeth clenched. "Say whatever you like. Do whatever pleases you. Twist everything till you feel better. Honestly, it's not my concern anymore."
Abigail blinked in disbelief, folding her arms across her chest like she was bracing for a storm. But Robert didn't even give her another look. Without a pause, without waiting for a single word in response, he turned around and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.
The sound echoed in the room like a slap.
Victoria stood frozen, her eyes wide as her gaze followed the door that had just swung shut. "Damn it," she muttered under her breath.
Then she suddenly let out a short, frustrated laugh, dragging her fingers through her hair.
