But her certainty left no room for doubt. Fury surged through me.
I stepped forward and grabbed her by the collar, my voice shaking.
“What the hell are you talking about? Make it clear!”
Her eyes flicked toward the doorway—and in the next instant, she let out a loud and pitiful wail.
“Stop hitting me! Agnes, please stop! I swear I’m not trying to steal Ridley from you. He’s just here for the party. It has nothing to do with me!”
She wrenched free of my grip and deliberately threw herself to the floor.
Before I could even react, Ridley burst in like a gust of wind.
He didn’t even glance at me. Instead, he went straight to Lynzee, carefully gathering her into his arms.
“Lynzee, are you alright?” he asked, his voice low with concern.
Only after checking her over did he turn to me. For a moment, I caught a flicker of guilt in his eyes—quickly smothered by anger.
“Agnes!” he snapped. “How could you lay a hand on Lynzee? When did you become such a vicious person?”
His words hit harder than any slap.
Vicious. He was calling me vicious?!
A trace of sorrow welled up in my eyes before I could stop it.