Cirrus stepped into the villa at exactly seven o'clock.
"There you are."
Stela had spent three hours putting on her makeup to hide her paleness in front of the mirror. Finally, she looked a little better.
Cirrus growled, "Damn you, Stela!"
His words pained her. "What?"
"Florence had an miscarriage!"
She was confused, but soon she realized what he meant. "You think she miscarried because I hurt her today?"
"Am I wrong?" he asked rhetorically, "You can do what you want to me! Why did you hurt Florence? She's never hurt anyone!"
Stela shook her head. "Cirrus, you don't understand women."
"I don't need to understand."
"Yes, you do." She stood up and faced him. "What a woman cares most about is her child. She'll try her best to protect them from any danger, and even sacrifice herself
