"Anya, how did you become like this?" Raka looked at Anya with a disappointed face.
Raka's words made Anya stop in her path. She froze in her steps.
"Madam, let's go!" Harris said from beside her, trying to invite Anya to go and ignore what Raka said. Anya then nodded and didn't look back.
She and Raka separated three years ago. What else did Raka's opinion mean to her? That man was no longer in her life anymore.
In the car, Anya stared out the window blankly.
Harris felt a little worried when he saw her, "Madame, Mr. Raka misunderstood you because he didn't know the truth. Don't take it seriously."
"Let him misunderstand. That way, he won't come near me anymore, right?"
'Besides, Raka has never known me all this time.' Anya added to herself with a bitter smile.
