"Use that crippled leg of yours to walk?" His voice was ice-cold.
"You're the cripple!" Norris, enraged, twisted his fingers. "Let go of me, Trenton Smith, you bastard, I hate you to death..."
Her voice carried a sob, sounding pitiful.
Trenton lowered his head and glanced at her, ignoring her weak struggle with his fingers, and carried her out.
"I regret it..." Perhaps realizing that she couldn't break free from his embrace, Norris gradually calmed down. She leaned into his chest, sobbing softly, and murmured, "I regret it so much..."
Trenton's lips twitched.
Somewhere in his heart, it started to contract because of her voice, causing a hint of irritation and pain.
Regret?
Regret what?
Regret encountering him?
But Norris, all of this is what your Moore family owes me.
And what you owe me can never be repaid in a lifetime.
Trenton put her in the passenger seat.
Then he took off his suit jacket and draped it over her body.
