Wendy bit down on her lip and glared at Hanson defiantly as she fought back the tears.
"Perhaps, Hanson would never come to realise how hurtful it is for me to listen to all of his heedless insults every single time," she thought.
Hanson noticed the hint of despondency and indignation in Wendy's eyes.
Hanson furrowed his brows slightly, then he loosened his grip on her and got up. "Go back to your room. I don't want to see that disgusting face of yours right now."
Wendy sat up and put her clothes back on. Then, she returned to her room quietly without a word of resistance.
She closed the door behind her and leaned back against it, feeling absolutely cold and empty inside.
Hanson lowered his eyes to look at the photos on the table. His eyes burned fiercely with hatred.
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