"I know what happened hurt you terribly, but... but why would you send my photos to the group chat just to get back at me?"
Bertram reached over and took the phone from Alexis's hand.
One glance. That was all it took. I could feel the temperature around him plummet.
"Prudence Henson, I never realized you could be this vicious!"
The next second, he hurled the phone straight at me.
It struck the bridge of my nose dead-on. Pain exploded through my face, sharp and blinding, my eyes stinging as my entire face went numb.
Through blurred vision, I could see what was on the screen: photos of Alexis with her clothes in disarray.
My brow twitched hard.
"That wasn't me..."
I tried to explain on instinct, but Alexis had already collapsed into Bertram's arms, her face chalk-white.
He cradled her, calling her name over and over, his eyes wild with panic.
He roared toward the hallway. "Doctor! Someone get a doctor!"
Bertram scooped her up and turned to leave, his frigid gaze landing on me one final time.
What came out of his mouth next hit like a bolt of lightning.
"Someone hold her down. She likes sharing other people's photos so much? Then strip her bare and take as many as you want!"