“Get over here and apologize, Ulyssa! What did you do to Tracy? Why would you hurt her like that?”
“She only tried your dress for a moment. And you tampered with it?”
His roar shook my eardrums. Soon after, under his command, the driver dragged me from the venue and forced me to the hospital.
When I pushed the door open, Tracy lay on the bed with a rosy face and teary eyes.
“Felix, I know Ulyssa didn’t mean it… after all, the dress was from years ago.”
Her voice was soft, trembling just enough.
“Back then, Ulyssa hadn’t even started chasing you, right? Or… did she already like you and buy the dress early, swearing she would only marry you?”
Each line was more venomous than the last, twisting the issue from allergies to the origin of the dress.
Felix listened, then predictably turned to me with a dark look and a mocking curl of his lips.
“Ulyssa, you really are pathetic. You bought a dress years in advance? And now you pretend you’re above all this.”
He lifted his chin and ordered coldly.
“Get over here and apologize to Tracy. I can let go of your disrespect.”
I only lowered my head and massaged the wrist the driver had bruised. I didn’t spare Felix a single glance.