She feared that down the road, William would blame her for the Dillion Group's bankruptcy and for ruining his family's lives.
She couldn't risk it. She didn’t want to drag William down with her.
Her silence was the best answer. William felt like the last bit of warmth had been sucked out of him. His whole body felt like it was covered in ice, and he averted his gaze in silence.
An awkward silence hung between them.
Brittany poured him a glass of water and placed it in front of him.
William took the glass, skillfully avoiding Brittany's hand.
Brittany noticed his evasion, and she suddenly felt a lump in her throat, as if it had been stuffed with a wet cloth, suffocating her.
“I don’t plan on being with Isaac. I plan on fighting for Daniel’s custody, and then, I want to leave Imperial City.”
“Going back to Craneville?”
William took a sip of water. Their happiest five years were spent in Craneville.
If he knew that going back to Imperial City would lead them there, he would rather have never left Craneville. That way, they would always be together.
“Yes.”
Before Brittany left, tears welled up in her eyes. “William, don’t hurt yourself because of me. It’s not worth it.”
William put down the glass and extended his hand. “Let me see your hand.”
His tone was still gentle.
Brittany reached out her hand. He gently took it, examining every inch with great care.
Her hand was beautiful, slender, and soft. Then, because of the injury, it was lightly bruised and even had some cuts, with a faint shade of red seeping through.
William opened a drawer and took out some antiseptic and cotton swabs. He applied the antiseptic to her wounds.
Whenever Brittany was injured, it was mostly William who would disinfect and medicate her wounds, rarely letting anyone else do it.
That scene had been played out many times before.
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