“Have you forgotten all the good I’ve done for you?”
When I heard that, I really couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’ve been good to me?”
I looked at him.
“Being good to me means sending me to prison for three years?”
“Making me take the blame for a crime that wasn’t mine?”
“Your so-called ‘for my own good’ was scolding me again and again for Evangeline.”
“Not even giving me a chance to defend myself.”
“Knowing exactly what kind of person I am, yet still throwing dirt on me.”
Each question spilled out of my mouth.
“Lucas, don’t put yourself on the same level as me.”
“I’m not like you. Ungrateful.”
His expression changed abruptly.
I continued.
“Yes, my leg is broken.”
“But that doesn’t mean I think highly of you.”
As those words fell, his breathing clearly grew heavier.
“Aria, ho
