Chapter 77:
Carlos's Point of View
I tightened my grip with excessive force on the golden handle of my cane until I felt the coldness of the metal piercing my palm,
and a rigid expression formed on my face as I said in a calm tone, cloaked in an underlying threat:
"I see that you wish for my death."
She didn't flinch; instead, she tilted her lips slightly to form a cold smile and replied icily:
"Never, Mr. Carlos... don't misunderstand the matter."
Her eyes were shining with a lethal defiance, a vast greenness resembling mysterious meadows, to the point that for a moment I felt a slight dizziness as if I would lose myself in the depths of that gaze.
I averted my eyes from her with a great effort and shifted my sight toward Robert, who was watching the scene in a suspicious silence, and said to him while trying to regain my dignity:
"I wasn't wrong when I described her as crazy."
