Chapter 43 So-called Moral

Dylan frowned, looked at the dishes on the table that hadn't been touched, and said, "Eat some before going for a walk!"

In all this fuss, no one noticed that I was burnt, no one realized that the hot porridge was spilled on me.

Standing there, I felt as if I was redundant and ridiculous.

"I'm leaving!" I said as I turned and walked out of the restaurant. I felt like my heart had been stabbed by a cold blade in winter. I couldn't pull it out, and my heart hurt, a lot.

God wasn't fair. He gave some girls candies, happiness and obligation as gifts, whereas pain and torture to the others.

"Lacey!" A low and angry voice came from behind. I turned around and saw Dylan following behind.

Looking at me, he frowned slightly, his anger masked. "What are you doing?"

What was I doing? Was he blaming me? Was he blaming me for hitting Camilla?