Anna Jadwin suddenly raised her hand, knocking the bowl of porridge in Wayne Bailey's hand, spilling it all on his clothes.
A flame ignited in Wayne Bailey's chest: "Anna Jadwin, you're pushing your luck!"
Anna opened her cold eyes: "I am pushing my luck, will you let me die?"
"You dare to be angry?"
She had done so many wrong things, he had not even started punishing her, yet she was making the first move?
"Another self-harm ploy, how many times have you practiced this suicide routine? You think you can threaten me like this?" Wayne Bailey's breath was imposing, "You won't die, you haven't suffered enough torment, how can you simply die like this!"
He was heartbroken, resenting her heartlessness.
Thinking of the time when she had stabbed herself with a dagger, jumped out of the window, all these actions were meant to trap him.
How ruthless was her heart, to be able to treat her own body in such a way? Time after time... to the point of death...
