"Margaret, what’s going on here? Are you up to something shady again behind my back?"
Brenda’s presence was like a cold wind, pushing everyone away. Her aura was a stark contrast to the one she wore when she was with me.
Her displeasure was clear, almost spilling over.
She didn’t even recognize me.
No wonder I must’ve looked like a madman, disheveled and covered in blood.
Even my throat could only produce muffled sounds.
I didn’t resemble the brother she once knew at all.
How could she recognize me now?
