I instinctively pulled back and closed my eyes. I dared not look him in the eye anymore.

He reached out his hand to hold my chin and forced me to look at him. He then spoke up in a cold tone, “How dare you ask me that, you coldhearted woman?!”

“...It wasn’t me.” I did not dare to struggle against him despite my face hurt from the way he held me.

Helen Evans was hurt. He would eventually ask me to pay for it.

“How dare you deny ...