THERESA.
The moment the figure came into full view, the deep-seated annoyance slumbering within me flared up into an immediate, white-hot blaze.
"What exactly are you doing here?" I asked without losing a single beat, my voice dripping with pure, unadulterated disgust as I glared across the room.
"I can't believe you still have the sheer audacity to linger around here!" Lawrence barked firmly, leaping up from his seat to stand tall. "Don't you have even a single shred of shame left in you?" he yelled, his hands balling into tight fists at his sides.
"Ella!" Alex called out softly instead, his voice trembling as he completely ignored the barrage of hostile voices lashing out at him from every corner of the room.
His eyes were bloodshot and heavily swollen, as though he had been weeping for hours without pause, and his entire demeanor was thoroughly disheveled—a clear sign that an immense amount of physical and emotional turmoil had passed through him in a very short span of time.
