Nicholas punched the wall again until it cracked. His hands had bleeding for an hour. But none of the aids dared to ask him to bandage it.
His eyes looked so scary that no one dared approach him.
He kept staring at the file on the table but his mind was swirling around the events of the morning.
That woman... As if her words held magical power. When she asked him to cry his heart out, he did. Rather than mocking her for being weak, he held her arms and cried.
He did not even remember how much time had passed when he finally let her go. Her dress was wet from his tears. What would others think if they found her sobbing like a child? No, even in his childhood, he never cried.
He had never cried when it hurt or when he was alone. He never cried when he was insulted or mocked. The whipping or sword could never make him weep. But now he cried so hard when she told him that she understood her pain and he had endured it enough!
