Venice’s POV
“Verona!”
Jericho immediately ran after Verona, his voice thick with worry.
Only after the two of them were out of my sight did I finally exhale, though my entire body still trembled uncontrollably.
I didn’t want to stay in the same room with Jericho for even another second. After hastily packing a few belongings, I decided to leave.
But just as I reached the front door and was about to head to the parking lot, he suddenly appeared and grabbed my arm.
His face was tense and terrifying, his eyes cold as they fixed on me.
“Hey, what are you doing? Let go of me!”
Instead of releasing me, his grip tightened painfully. His voice was filled with fury.
“Goddamn it, Venice! Do you feel no remorse at all? You pushed Verona down and even framed her! It was just a freaking pink diamond. Why would you go that far over a ring? Because of you, she got into a car accident!”
No matter how I struggled, he refused to loosen his grip. He dragged me straight to the hospital.
Outside the operating room, he bound me tightly, his voice cutting through the cold air.
“You made this mistake. You’ve got to pay for it yourself.”