Gao Guang glanced at Mrs. Williams, then at Otto, before his eyes settled on the woman wearing a sorrowful expression, not very pretty, and at least in her forties—then he knew this woman must be Jane.
"Don't call me Mrs. Williams, you know I hate that name!"
The aristocratic lady spoke, her face frosty with anger as she stared into Otto's eyes.
Otto exhaled a sigh, saying, "Hello, Sara, long time no see. You're looking well, uh, um, sorry..."
"Why are you apologizing? Because you left without saying goodbye years ago? Because of that little b*tch? Because B*tch snared your soul away?"
The words that came out of the elegant, dignified lady's mouth were not so pleasant to hear.
Gao Guang instinctively took a step back.
Otto sighed and then said helplessly, "Enough, Sara, don't talk about her like that, I... I'm sorry, but don't say that, you know I didn't leave because of her. I just... just..."
"Couldn't help myself."