"It's... it's not my fault! I didn't mean it!"
Humiliated to the core, a crying Gladys hurriedly ran away from the place. Her pitiful sobs echoed faintly in the empty hallway. Soon, her figure vanished at an intersection.
Exhaling a sigh, Leslie shook her head. She could feel the secondhand embarrassment that was haunting Gladys now.
"What a stupid and delusional woman," murmured Leslie, her brows furrowing.
Creak...
Calix opened a slight gap in the door, peeking into the hallway. Once he made sure the troublesome Gladys was out of his sight, he widened the door opening.
"Leslie, what are you doing there? Come inside."
Calix softened his voice. There was no lingering mockery in his tone, unlike how he sounded when ridiculing Glayds just now. His eyes were locked on Leslie's face.
"...yes."
