"The sooner, the better. I'll see when the wedding venue is ready and pick an auspicious date..."
Raphael Bailey gave a muffled groan, as the hand that was embracing Anna Jadwin was twisted and broken with a crack.
He fell to the ground in pain, thankfully it wasn't his other hand, which had an injured shoulder blade. The twist would have split the wound open.
Watching Raphael Bailey collapse, his face pale and sweating profusely.
Anna Jadwin, feeling both heartach and guilt, called out loudly for the servants.
Wayne wanted to reach for Anna Jadwin, but she slapped his hand away: "Wayne Bailey, you never listen to me anymore. What do I need you for? Leave, just go!"
Wayne Bailey's shoulders tensed violently.
Anna Jadwin had sworn in her heart she would never drive him away again...
Treating his illness was not among the reasons, was it?
"I'll have the servants pack your bags right away. Leave!"
