There were marks on her wrists where they had been tightly gripped.
Her arms and thighs were also covered in purple bruises.
It was the picture of a woman who had been ravaged by a man, even her lips bore injuries that seemed like they were bitten during a kiss.
Chi Huan had to admit, even though she suspected this was all a staged act by their family, she still couldn't firmly believe the man's words just now—
"There's nothing between Beth and me."
Her hand clenched into a fist with such force that her fingernails dug deep into her palm.
Beth took small steps, walking over to the coffee table next to Chi Huan, head bowed, stopping there.
Her innocent face showed an expression of holding back tears without crying; her eyes were brimming with tears and her voice was choked, looking incredibly pitiful to the extreme.
She looked at Chi Huan, with a voice intermittently choked by sobs, "Sister Chi Huan, I'm sorry... any hate or blame you have for me... is completely justified."
