Juliet stood in her room with sorrow surging within her heart.
She kept her strong facade earlier but when the friends whom she spent time together with disappeared. An indescribable bitterness filled her heart. Her first taste of betrayal came from her subordinates that swore loyalty towards her.
Slowly, tears descended from eyes, drenching her cheeks. Her figure intermittently trembled, as muffled sobs came out of her throat. Ever since the day that her mother told her to be strong. It was the first time that Juliet cried. She cried for herself, thinking about how foolish and naive she was.
The human heart is fickle, and in the face of benefits, even close relatives could betray each other.
Despite this realization, Juliet couldn't suppress the bitterness in her heart and Zieve who saw her delicate, trembling figure felt pained in his heart. Juliet wasn't only his benefactor but also his family. Seeing her like this made him sorrowful and somber.
