Vanessa didn't want to watch this drama.
Jessica, holding her head, was about to apologize, but Vanessa turned sideways, treating them as an invisible wall, and silently walked past.
She dabbed at the blood on her temple with her sleeve, and, holding the handrail, went upstairs step by step.
When she opened the door, Julian held it open with his hand. His nearly six-foot-three frame stood there silently, like a statue, impossible to move.
To match his height, Vanessa had started wearing high heels from a young age. Every step she took was an effort to go upward, to get closer to him, but every move he made was to push her away.
To chase her here today was absurd and outrageous.
Vanessa blinked her blood-caked eyelids, her tone somewhat broken, but her expression remained as numb as e
