Again, begging.
Julian, unmoved when doused with wine, now furrowed his brow. Adrian was the first to stand, grabbing Vanessa by the collar. “A way out? You want a way out? What about Ivy?”
His roar was deafening, but it didn't intimidate Vanessa.
“If I could, I’d rather it had been me who died back then.”
It would be better than living in torment, a living death.
Adrian raised his hand, about to deliver a slap when his phone rang, interrupting him. Pushing Vanessa away, he turned to answer, venting his anger, “What is it?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Julian walked to Vanessa’s side. He was about to speak when Adrian suddenly raised his voice. “What? I’ll be right there.”
The matter here wasn't resolved, yet Leila was in trouble again.
Before he even entered, her cries reached hi
