He had always believed her. He didn't believe Sir. Perkins.
After all, what he had done in the past was still vivid in his mind, and she couldn't afford it.
Marcellus didn't want her to experience what her parents had gone through. It was too painful. As their son, he had already suffered a lot, let alone the person involved.
Seeing that he did not speak, Beryl's heart gradually cooled down. It was not that she was not worried, it was just that under the pressure of Sir. Perkins, she wanted Marcellus to see her determination.
Therefore, she pretended to be relaxed. She wanted to give him confidence, but she didn't expect that he was the one who was even more cowardly.
She put down the cutlery in her hand and lost her appetite. "Marcellus, are you giving up?"
Before he could speak, she added, "I'm not afraid. What are you afraid of?"
She didn't care if Sir. Perkins belittled or even insulted her. All she cared about was the attitude of the man in front of her.
His negative words discouraged her more than anything else.
Like a balloon that had been pricked by a needle, Beryl's face slowly shriveled.
She stood up and looked a little flustered. "I'll go back first. When you think it over..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Marcellus grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. "That's not what I meant. Don't worry."
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