I suddenly laughed. Daniel was stunned for a moment; he thought I would cause a scene.
“Felicia, don’t be like this.”
“Ouch... Daniel, my arm seems to be injured.”
“Emily, I’ll take you to the hospital right now!”
Once again, I was left behind.
“Miss Seville, are you bothering Mr. Brottier again?”
The paparazzi who’d rushed over, unable to catch Daniel, so they surrounded me instead.
“We heard you’ve been targeting Miss Rodat repeatedly because of Mr. Brottier. Is that true?”
I scoffed at Daniel and said, “I won’t bother him anymore.”
“It’s true you’ve been targeting her, but it’s not because of Daniel. It’s just that you can’t stand it, right?”
Someone dared to ask why. I replied casually, “I just can’t stand someone who plays the third wheel.”
Ignoring the suddenly agitated crowd, I turned and went home.
The rumors spread like wildfire. The next day, my doorstep was blocked.
Daniel had brought people to block it. His gaze was dark and sinister as he looked at me.
“Felicia, do you realize you’ve ruined Emily?”
I gripped the marriage certificate I’d pulled from the drawer, my fingertips turning white.
“Is telling the truth considered ruining her?”