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I assured Diane with a nod, “I am fine.”
Diane did not listen and lifted my hand to show the glaring red bruise on my elbow, the movement pulled at the wound, making me wince slightly.
“You call this, fine?” She questioned in disbelief, and I pressed my lips together. “It will heal before you know it.” I insisted, and she furrowed her brows.
“That b***h, does she think she can get to marry my brother with that annoying attitude?” She cussed under her breath, and the discomfort I had been holding burst forth instantly.
“At least, he does not shun her and can still sit to converse with her.” I grumbled.
Diane did not see how close Matilda and Kylian were, if not, she would not be saying this. Whenever I remember how she and Kylian had sat together, discussing something in whispers
