So Clarisse thought, it would be better to cut off this mistaken relationship as soon as possible.
"Annie—"
Wooden Drucker's resentful voice still echoed behind her as she ran into the elevator, covering her mouth and crying.
Wooden, I'm sorry. I was selfish before. If I had known I would bring you so much pain, I would rather never have met you, never have been saved by you, and would rather have perished in that shipwreck.
Behind her, Wooden Drucker, his face full of pain, watched her figure disappear from view. It felt as if the world around him collapsed. The one person he loved, the only source of happiness he had, the only warmth he had in this world, no longer belonged to him.
