I still remembered the day when Ian got his Psychologist Qualification Certificate vividly. No one could relate such a sunny and heroic young man from that day to the disheveled man at the moment.
If I hadn't complained to Freya, the news wouldn't have happened. It's a given that Ian should blame me, but he shouldn't drown himself in alcohol and harm his health.
"Don't you still want to fight against me for Anne's custody? Look at you now, what do you have to go against me?" Since there was no point discussing with each other, it was probably more effective to irritate him.
Ian's bloodshot eyes suddenly looked up at me, and Emma was so scared that she took a step back. After a while, he suddenly sneered and looked away. "I should have known it. Birds of a feather flock together. You have fallen in love with such a man and have become as selfish and despicable as him. Monique risked her life for someone like you. What a fool..."
"Yes, I am a selfish person. Did it take you that long to find out?" I took a deep breath, suppressed my sadness for Monique and continued to say,
"So don't let me look down on you!"
"Arianna Reid!" Ian stood up abruptly and walked up to me. His vicious gaze fell on my face. It was as if he wanted to tear me apart.
The way he looked at this moment was more horrific than when he questioned me in the Roberts Manor. Even if I tried my best to endure it, I couldn't help but gulp.
Emma trembled with fear, but she still reached out and stood in front of me. "Don't mess with us. Our bodyguards are outside!"
Ian's expression softened a little, but his eyes were fixed on Emma. No one knew what he was thinking. He stood still for two seconds, then turned back to the sofa and sat down. "Get out of here. I don't want to see you two."
I felt helpless, but he refused to communicate. Hence, we could only leave for the time being.
I decided to find another way to regain Ian's confidence after getting back.
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