Crysti's grip on the thin blanket tightened, her lips clenching hard before she gradually relaxed, her voice filled with a stubborn defiance yet also a hint of grievance.
"I'm not messing around..."
Claud lowered his head, coldly eyeing her. A chilly, somber aura surrounded him. After a long silence, Crysti risked a glance at him, catching sight of his handsome face, indifferent yet frosty. She quickly looked away.
His icy eyes took in the girl’s red-rimmed eyes. He squinted slightly and gave a soft snort.
"You're pathetic," he said coldly, his fingers tapping on the armrest of his wheelchair. His words held an air of authority and mockery. "You really let yourself go, huh?"
Crysti didn’t reply. She had been pampered her whole life. She had fought against her family, experienced the coldness of the world, and now, seeing a familiar face by her side, she didn’t care about her image anymore. The stubborn pride she once had was long abandoned.
Now, all she felt was an endless sense of sorrow. Tears welled in her eyes, falling like pearls off a broken string. "I... I'm pathetic... I despise myself... You don't have to mock me..."
Claud didn't expect Crysti to start crying. Her tears seemed to come from a deep sense of injustice, making the situation somewhat comical.
Willie glanced at Claud. Despite his seemingly indifferent exterior, Willie could tell Claud was in turmoil. He had always been at a loss when it came to Crysti, and now…
Focused on Claud, Willie noticed a slight twitch on Claud's indifferent face. He quickly averted his eyes, suppressing a laugh.
Everyone else was just as baffled.
"What the hell is happening here?"
"Why did Mr. Watson suddenly order his men to beat someone up?"
"What's the deal between him and Crysti?"
The crowd was whispering, their eyes fixed on the sobbing Crysti, their faces brimming with confusion.
"Enough, stop crying!"
Claud's face went through several changes, his patience seemingly exhausted. He finally snapped. Crysti was taken aback. Her crying abruptly stopped, and she looked up at Claud, her nose now red from the crying.
Claud glared at her. She looked so pitiful... like she was about to burst into tears again.
Melinda watched Claud intently. From the murmurs around her, she learned he was the owner of this luxurious hotel and the heir to The Watson Group. She felt a pang of envy.
The heir to The Watson Group... But why...
"Why, Mr. Watson? I didn’t provoke you. Why did you have me beaten up?”
She was confused. Why would such an unattainable man attack her without a reason? She refused to believe that he did it because he couldn’t tolerate what she said about Crysti.
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