Trenton Smith stood in place, watching her.
"I'm really annoyed." she said with a downtrodden and exhausted tone, "It's annoying whether I see you or not... It's not your fault, how can I blame you?" She chuckled and shook her head, "I just don't want to be bothered anymore. I really can't bring myself to be jealous of Sherry White, please, Trenton Smith, don't turn me into that. Have a little pity for me."
To be jealous of a woman with mental issues, such a pitiful woman, Norris Moore's pride could not stoop so low.
No one was at fault, not Trenton Smith, not Sherry White, the only one in the wrong was Norris Moore.
She could not continue in the wrong.
Norris Moore looked at his phone, her emotions gradually cooling, finally subsiding to a calm without ripples.
She looked at him, calmly saying, "Miss White is in surgery again, she really needs you right now. Go to her, don't leave any regrets for yourself."
Trenton Smith did not move.
