Her goal achieved, Tessa didn't say another word. She just sat there shedding helpless tears, burning the image of her frail vulnerability deep into Xavier's mind.
Xavier gently patted her head, slipped on his jacket, and marched out.
Knowing where Willow lived, he drove straight to her complex.
Unfortunately for him, Nocturne Heights had elite security. Unregistered guests simply weren't allowed in.
Forced to wait at the gates, Xavier stood there from dawn until dusk, until Willow finally emerged, lazily stifling a yawn.
After parting ways with Sterling, Willow had slept through the entire afternoon. Waking up hungry and too lazy to cook, she had decided to grab dinner outside.
She definitely hadn't expected an uninvited guest.
Squinting at Xavier, she didn't even have the energy to exchange pleasantries. She just pivoted and tried to walk past him.
Xavier, experiencing such absolute dismissal for the first time, let out a furious laugh and lunged for her arm.
Anticipating his violent tendencies, Willow swiftly sidestepped him just in time.
Thoroughly irritated, she snapped, "Are you done? How many times do I have to tell you? I have severed all ties with the Shaw family. Stop crawling over here just to be a nuisance! Xavier, if you keep this up, I'm calling the cops!"
Her righteous indignation only fueled his rage. "Don't you feel an ounce of guilt? Look at what you've reduced Tessa to! Are you only going to be satisfied when she's bleeding out in front of you?"
*More cheap emotional blackmail.* Willow sneered. "Did I force her to play the grieving martyr? Did I force the Landons to steal a dead woman's legacy? They made their own twisted choices. If you want someone to blame, look in the mirror. Don't put this garbage on me."

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