Amelie's heightened senses detected Nathan's presence as he entered the room, and she clenched her cane, preparing to confront the source of her mounting anger. As Nathan approached, he noticed her struggle to stand and rushed to offer his support. However, before he could assist her, Amelie, guided by the unmistakable tone of Nathan's voice, unleashed a resounding slap on his face.
The impact of Amelie's strike was surprising, given her blindness, but the accuracy and force spoke volumes about the depth of her emotions. Nathan winced at the sting but maintained a composed demeanor, knowing he had much to explain.
"It's you, Nathan Quinn, right?" Amelie's voice conveyed a mixture of sadness and anger. "Weren't you in a relationship with Ella? Why me now? You men are all the same. Poor El
