I raised my hand and threw the stack of papers at him. He just stood there, looking at me coldly.
He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him.
"Katherine, behave yourself.
"I can give you these resources, so I can take them back. You can only rely on me."
I tried my best to push him away. But I was too weak.
The sharp pain in my stomach mixed with the pain he was forcing on me.
I felt like I had experienced a death. A tear slid down my tightly pressed lips, which seemed to burn him. He suddenly stopped, hugged me, and coaxed me in panic.
He said, "I'm sorry.
"I love you, Katherine."
