"Sir, release me! Who are you? What do you want? Don't pull my hand," Angelica shouted once more at Morgan, but he paid her no heed.
"Please, come with me! I wish to speak with you," Morgan implored.
"Let go of my hand first, Sir. You can speak to me politely, but not like this," she replied.
"I'm sorry, just give me ten minutes to talk to you. I apologise for roughly grabbing your hand," Morgan said, his face contorting as if on the verge of tears.
"Yes, I have forgiven you. Sir, who exactly are you? Why do you call me Alice?" Angelica was taken aback by Morgan's current demeanour; he seemed more impatient and impolite.
"Alice, have you forgotten who I am? I'm Morgan, your ex-husband. Why do you pretend not to recognise me? Are you unwell? Tell me what's wrong," Morgan asked, his exp
