Rodney stepped towards me and whispered, "Why don't you answer my calls?"
"How is Aunt doing?" Remembering Avah in the hospital, I felt guilty.
He looked calm and pulled up my hand, ready to walk out of the ballroom.
"Rodney, let go." I was flustered.
His tone and behavior showed that he was angry, but he suppressed it.
"I shouldn't have let go of you eleven years ago!" Rodney looked back at me and started walking.
I was at a loss for words.
But then I thought of Valentin in the ballroom, and I remembered what Makai said to me.
I raised my volume. "Rodney, let go of me!"
"Why?" Rodney looked at me.
I stared at him. He was in a grey suit. He looked charming, as if he were someone who attracted wealth and adorned the golden glow of riches.
Whether in the past or the present, he wa
