"You've got this all wrong..." Lana's eyes filled with tears, her voice soft and trembling. "I was just so terrified that night, that's why I called Mr. Keaton. If, because of me, the two of you are splitting up, I'll never forgive myself for as long as I live." She stepped back and tucked herself behind Rhys, acting as if I were some cruel person ready to hurt her.
Rhys instinctively shifted his body to shield her. That small, protective gesture felt like a slap in the face.
"Lana, you don't need to put on an act for me," I said, looking at her coldly. "You know exactly what's going on between the two of you. But don't worry, I'm not here to catch you doing something wrong. I'm just here to step aside."
Lana's face went pale. She bit her lip and said nothing.
Rhys's expression hardene
