"The light in Annie’s corridor was broken, and she’s just a girl who doesn’t know how to fix it. As her boss, isn’t it my responsibility to help her?"
"I know you’re angry with me, but I have work to do. I can’t always be by your side. Besides, you take anti-fetal pills every day—what could possibly go wrong?"
Dwayne spoke self-righteously as if I were the unreasonable one who didn’t understand his priorities. Yet, I had taken anti-fetal medicine on time every day despite my weak health, and still, tragedy struck.
I met his gaze and asked coldly, "Where’s the money in the card?"
Perhaps he hadn’t expected this question, as a flicker of guilt passed through his eyes. Without hesitation, he pulled out a limited-edition secondary card and threw it in my face.
"Isn’t it just a little money? Why are you making a fuss? I’ll return it to you!"
He didn’t even bother fabricating an excuse to deceive me. But I knew the truth—knew that the money hadn’t vanished on its own. Dwayne had used it to buy a house for his little secretary.