Chapter 122: The Sacrifice
Eira packed her belongings in a blank face.
She didn't want to feel the pain that clawed at her chest, threatening to overwhelm her.
Vanesa stood by the doorway, her hands clasped together nervously.
"You can stay here," Eira said flatly, not looking at her.
Vanesa blinked, surprised. "Eira, you don't have to—"
"I don't care," Eira interrupted, shoving another sweater into her suitcase. "Just don't make me regret it."
Vanesa's lips trembled, but she nodded silently.
Eira zipped her suitcase and pulled it off the bed.
Before she walked out, she paused at the door.
"Don't touch anything that doesn't belong to you. And don't think this means I forgive you."
Vanesa nodded again, watching as Eira left without a backward glance.
Meanwhile, Callian was in his office, standing at the window, staring out at the city.
His phone vibrated on his desk.
