“I will never apologize to her, Jericho. And my mom’s surgery wasn’t delayed because she’s already—”
Before I could finish, Verona tugged gently at his sleeve and interrupted, her tone soft and pitiful.
“Forget it, Jericho. I don’t need her apology. I can handle a little suffering. Think of it as letting Venice vent her anger. After all, it’s because I failed during her mom’s surgery that Odessa fell into a coma, but I truly didn’t mean any harm. The aftereffects from when I saved you that time suddenly flared up, and I—”
Halfway through, she acted like she realized she’d said too much and covered her mouth in feigned panic.
Jericho immediately pulled her into his arms, his face full of tenderness.
“It wasn’t your fault. If anyone’s to blame, it’s her mom’s weak body.”
I was too exhausted to even fake a smile anymore. The sight of them together just made my stomach turn.
Just then, Jericho’s phone rang. The shareholders’ meeting was approaching, and he was busier than ever.
The moment he stepped out to take the call, Verona suddenly transformed into a different woman.
The gentle, pitiful look on her face twisted into smug and sarcastic.