Grace Ziegler's eyes involuntarily narrowed, her facial expression twitching slightly.
Grace's fists clenched tighter, shaking as if unable to contain her anger, and her sly gaze darkened.
Olivia Jenkins's delicate features carried an aggressive aura, her pleasant voice speaking slowly, "He came looking for me, he cried, there were tears in his eyes. Is that a sign of happiness? Logically, he shouldn't be crying!"
"..."
"Could it be that he's especially sentimental when facing me?"
"..."
"Tsk tsk... This really doesn't sound like the man I know. It must be that he's suffered so much this past year that he couldn't control his golden tears!"
Grace Ziegler didn't speak, her stiff face struggling to maintain composure as she fought to hold back the anger that was about to explode.