She couldn't blame anyone but herself. She blamed herself for being so foolish, for loving someone she shouldn't love.
"Miss Murphy, please let go of my hand." Ranita's heart was as cold as it was painful. Her world was crumbling and she feared breaking down in front of Brendon.
"No! Ranita, please don't be angry. Brendon drank too much and there was a misunderstanding. Please..."
"That's enough! I don't want to hear..." Shannon's every word felt like a boulder smashing into her already shattered heart, causing her vision to darken.
Ranita pushed Shannon away.
"Ah!" Shannon fell backward onto the table corner with a thud and cried out in pain. "It hurts so much! Brendon... my hand hurts so much! I think it might be broken!"
"Ranita, I really didn't mean for this to happen... I didn't expect things to turn out like this..."
"Shannon, you didn't hurt! There's no need to scream like a slaughtered pig..." Before the sentence could be completed, a shadow came forward and stood in front of her, gently comforting Shannon, "Are you okay? Don't cry!"
"Wuwu! Brendon, it really hurts! Can you help me blow on it? Whenever I used to get hurt, you would help me, and then the pain would go away!"
Blow?
Did she think she was a three-year-old child?
"I didn't use any force at all!"
"But it really hurts! Look at my arm; the skin is broken!"
Ranita turned her head, and the man looked down at her coldly, "Ranita, I will explain things to you later. Don't make a fuss for no reason!"
Her heart grew colder than ever before.
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