The moment the words left my mouth, I saw the storm rise in Blake’s eyes.
Without mercy, his foot crushed down on my wounded hands.
Darkness swallowed my vision and I passed out completely.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying in the guest room, my hands tightly bandaged.
Blake entered with a nurse, preparing to change my dressings.
The pain from the torn wounds made me gasp involuntarily, but I gritted my teeth and stayed silent.
Before losing consciousness, I had overheard the doctor say they had received Alison’s lab results; she had been suffering from gastric spasms from overeating.
"This time, it had nothing to do with you. I was too impulsive..."
"Does it hurt a lot?"
A flicker of guilt flashed across Blake’s eyes as he reached out, wanting to bandage me himself.
I turned away coldly. "No need."
Blake frowned, visibly displeased, his outstretched hand awkwardly retracting.
"Delilah, I've already lowered myself this much; what are you still angry about?"
Looking at the man before me, I couldn’t help but find it funny. He was always like this.
Even when he did something wrong, I was expected to forgive him unconditionally, without the slightest resentment.