I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 188

“I’m so sorry,” I said, my voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just… these little figurines were my mother’s heirlooms. They’re very precious to me. But then the daughter of my father’s mistress stole them to sell, and stood here acting so pitiful. I just couldn’t control my anger. When I get angry, I lose control. I start to… go crazy. I’m so sorry for the trouble I’ve caused.”

I took a deep breath. “Please, call the police. I want to see how they handle a thief like her. But please, just call them. Don’t yell at me. Yelling makes me angry, and when I lose control, I might think you’re her accomplices and attack you all. I don’t have any money to pay for damages, but you can get it from the mistress. She’s tricked my father out of all his money.”

A murmur went through the crowd. “…What’s going on? Heirlooms? A mistress? Mental illness? Stolen money? This is a lot to take in.”

The people holding my arms swallowed hard, their minds clearly racing as they pieced together a dramatic soap opera. Slowly, they released their grip.

I rubbed my shoulders and offered them an apologetic smile, then tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear with a delicate, vulnerable gesture. They looked even more confused now.

It was as if the terrifying woman who had just tried to smash Antonia’s head in had vanished, replaced by someone who was clearly unstable.

Antonia was seething, a large bump already forming on her forehead.

“You’re lying, Zephyra! You’re not mentally ill!”

Wendy chimed in with a vicious agreement, but the crowd was already losing interest. “If you two are friends, then you call the police.”

One by one, they dispersed. Antonia wouldn’t dare call the police; she’d never be able to explain the situation.

My remorseful expression vanished without a trace. I pointed to the two figurines in Wendy’s hands—a monkey and a rabbit.

“Give those to me.”

Terrified that I would attack her next, Wendy ducked behind Antonia. Antonia swallowed nervously, but ever the one to put on a brave face, she glared at me.

“Wendy bought those! If you want them back, you’ll have to get on your knees and apologize, then buy them from her!”

She puffed out her chest. “And let me remind you, Wendy isn’t me. She won’t just let you hit her. If you dare to touch her, not even Steven will be able to save you!”

I wasn’t some violent thug who went around hitting people. I had been pushed to my limit. If I hadn’t taught Antonia a lesson then and there, I don’t think I could have waited until the birthday banquet to settle the score.

Wendy’s face flushed, and she blushed. “Oh, um, yes, of course,” she stammered. “I bought them for five hundred dollars. If you like them, you can have them for five hundred… no, three hundred.”

Horace smiled at Wendy, a breathtakingly gentle expression.

The tips of Wendy’s ears turned crimson, and she shyly looked down. He scanned a code to pay, and the moment the three hundred dollars hit her account, Antonia snapped out of her daze. But it was too late. Wendy was already presenting the two figurines to him with both hands.

“Here you go. They’re really beautiful. Please take good care of them.”

Horace didn’t say a word. He took the figurines, turned to me, and placed them in my hands. Then he gently ruffled my hair, his voice soft, as if calming a child.

“There now. Don’t be angry anymore, okay?”

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