Seeing the finger marks on Whitney's face, he glared at me angrily, "Suzy! Whitney came to visit you out of kindness, how could you hit her!"
I pointed to the needle marks on my wrist and retorted, "She did this to my hand, why can't I hit her?"
A hint of heartache flashed in Ludwig's eyes. He was about to say something when Whitney suddenly cried out, "I'm sorry, Suzy, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to pass the assessment smoothly. I really didn't mean to."
Ludwig couldn't stand her crying, so he quickly wiped away her tears and gently comforted her, "It's not your fault, don't blame yourself too much."
I found it ridiculous. It was clearly me who was in pain, yet he so easily forgave Whitney for me.
I grabbed a vase from the table and smashed it at the two of them, yelling angrily, “Get out! Get out of here!”
Ludwig easily dodged the vase with Whitney, turned and walked out of the room, then ordered his men outside the door.
“Suzy is injured. Call the family doctor to bandage her.”
That night, Ludwig didn't return. But I didn't care. I just silently packing my luggage.