Richard's fist barely brushed my cheek before crashing into the wall, his expression transforming into one of icy fury.

His pupils narrowed, brimming with apocalyptic fury. He sneered repeatedly, "Sophia, do you really care about him that much?"

I instinctively felt the urge to explain, but then I paused and thought, why should I? When has he ever taken the time to explain his actions to me? He's always at Susan's beck and call, siding with her without question.

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