Kendall's words showed no mercy to Irene.*
She didn't feel the need to show any mercy to her. The result was Irene's carefully adjusted face turning blue and purple with the anger of being exposed and the resentment of being despised.
Without giving Irene a chance to respond, Kendall released her grip on Jace, picked up the ingredients, and walked away.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Jace clutched his neck, coughing violently as he took big gulps of fresh air.
"jace, are you okay?" Irene knew that instead of continuing to provoke Kendall, it would be better to comfort Jace. She cried and leaned against his chest.
"Jace, I'm sorry. I wish you hadn't stood up for me. Don't do it again next time. Let others misunderstand and abuse me instead!"
Being soft in his arms, Jace found himself at a loss. He didn't know whether to hug her or not.
If I hug her, I'm sorry. If I don't hug her, I want to.
