Charles had barely begun to say “No…” before he stopped himself abruptly, unsure why he was even hesitating. With a cold tone, he finally said, "Do what you think is best."
And with that, the call ended.
The cold expression on his face deepened, as though the temperature around him had dropped several degrees.
"Anna, you really are something!"
These words were spat out through clenched teeth, each syllable laced with fury.
He couldn't understand why he had brought that ungrateful woman back home the previous night, let alone why he had bothered to check on her injury. From her eagerness to sever ties with him, it was clear she couldn’t care less about his concern.
Charles tried to shake off the frustration that continued to mount. This feeling—this boiling anger—was far worse than w
