"That's right, I never considered you a friend."
Staring at those few words, Aria Grant furrowed her brow, slightly perplexed by Thomas Yates's intentions. Was it now acceptable to be so open and unapologetic in using others?
Aria didn't understand, she simply didn't grasp what this madman was thinking, but it didn't matter anymore. His thoughts had nothing to do with her.
"How could I have ever thought of you as a friend? If I had, wouldn't all my selfish motives over these years have been in vain? I wanted to see you and George Flack fall apart, I wanted to see you two without a future. Only then would I have had a chance!"
They were just cold words from a person who used to be full of lies.
Yet Aria still paused, unable to discern how much truth lay in Thomas's words. Regardless of their authenticity, Aria was moved—it was as if to say, no matter how bad I am, it has all been for you.
