The man's heart-wrenching howl echoed like a ferocious beast driven to a corner.
Collins Aiden was frantically smashing everything in the study room, sparing nothing.
Sweat slid down his stern face, revealing a desolation and unwillingness to be abandoned...
He braced his hands hard against the wall.
When there was nothing left to smash, he clenched his fists and pounded the wall until the backs of his hands were dripping with fresh blood.
Ella, you said you didn't want to see me get hurt, now that I'm hurt, why don't you come out and stop me?
Collins Aiden pressed his forehead against the wall, and in his eyes, there shone an indifference, as if he had wrapped himself in a coat of ice, forbidding any prying.
"Young Master..." The old waiter stood at the door, wanting to persuade, but even Ella's words could not sway his young master anymore. What else could he do?
Only when everything became quiet did Collins Aiden slowly walk to the window sill and sit down.
