His series of actions was elegant and gentle, without any violent anger or hysterical shouting. This was always his style—kind and composed, except when it came to matters involving that woman.
However, as he smiled and uttered those harsh words, it was the most fatal blow to Anna. After all these years by his side, how could she not know? The colder he was, the more terrifying he became.
Fear of him, along with all the suppressed grievances and unwillingness, surged up all at once. Her eyes instantly filled with tears. She had always maintained an image of grace and nobility in front of everyone. Crying was never her style.
But now, she didn't care about her image anymore. Being yanked by her collar like this, she shouted at him, no longer holding back.
"James, I admit it was me! But it's all because of you!"
