Once Delyth hung up the call, she couldn't keep up her composure any longer. "Argh!!" she screamed, venting her frustration before shoving the tray with the jug and glass from the side table onto the floor.
The nurse nearly jumped in response when the glass shattered near her feet, but she remained silent, careful not to worsen Delyth's mood. The woman looked volatile and the nurse feared triggering her might be a dangerous mistake.
"Ryan, Arwen is not your fiancée, not anymore. Why don't you accept it already?" Delyth muttered bitterly. She had done so much to remove Arwen from Ryan's life, certainly not to see him getting drunk and crying over her like this.
