Norris Moore looked up and saw Trenton Smith walk past her with a cold expression.
Unreasonable…
Did he really think she was the one being unreasonable?
The surroundings quieted down.
The man's figure disappeared at the door, but the oppressive atmosphere he left behind did not fade away. The waiters were still standing nearby, diligently serving.
Norris slowly raised her hand to support her forehead, feeling a headache, grief, and a touch of powerlessness.
She lowered her head and lay on the table, silently weeping. She didn't know what to do, but she didn't want to go back.
She thought she could endure it, but the truth told her that she couldn't.
Having been so pampered by Alex Miller, how could she continue to bear his cold violence?
The second floor of the restaurant was very quiet, with only the low echoes of the helpless woman's sobs. The waiters were tight-lipped, and no one came forward to say a word.
