It was true. Adrien was naive. His mother had instilled strong values in him, and he lived by them, believing that fairness and righteousness should guide his actions.
But even with those ideals, he had been too sheltered, too blind to the deeper workings of people's hearts. He thought he understood the world, but today, his mother's words cut through his beliefs like a sharpened blade.
If crying made one a victim, to hell with the court.
His mother sarcastically said before he stepped out.
He had rushed to defend Clara, believing that she had been wronged. But was she truly a victim?
He sighed, rubbing his forehead.
Looking back, how many people had he hurt because of his own actions?
Selena.
The name lingered in his mind, and he exhaled sharply.
