Chapter 30 It\'s Too Late

“You’re just hiding here and thinking that crying can do anything?” Stark’s voice was filled with distaste. Sherry didn’t even lift her head to take a look at him.

Why look, when she knew what to expect from Stark Williams? After hours, he had totally ignored her and disappeared, leaving her with that weird uncle… If he hadn’t left her, she probably wouldn’t be in this predicament now.

“What do you want, Stark?”

Her head was whirling with dizziness. The bathroom had been rather stuffy for her to be sitting in it for so long. Yet, the only thing he could open his mouth about was how crying could do anything. Adamant not to look at him, she turned to face the corner.

“Stop it, Summers. You’re just weak and pathetic right now.”

She swallowed. His hurtful words were nothing unusual coming from a cruel man like him. She didn’t even want to look at him right now. She blasted herself in her mind; she wasn’t weak. She just needed time to settle down with her feelings.