The moment Patrick walked through the door, he began to reprimand me. "Lora, I already explained what happened last time! Christy is just an 18-year-old girl. Why are you always targeting her?"
I froze for a moment, quickly realizing it must be because of the deleted post.
Sure enough, Patrick caught my expression and grew even more irritated.
"She only said she was fortunate to have a good boss, and you insulted her with such nasty words!"
"Lora, you’re 30 years old. How can you stop bullying a young girl?"
I pressed my lips together, choosing not to argue, letting Christy’s lies poison his mind.
In three days, I’ll be gone. His opinions no longer matter to me.
Seeing that I didn’t defend myself like I used to, Patrick hesitated, guilt flashing across his face as he softened his tone.
“Lora, you were always the most reasonable person before. Why have you been acting so childish lately? Is it because you haven’t been feeling well?”
He placed the food container on the dining table and carefully ladled out a bowl of hot porridge.