Daniel's grip was like being caught in iron clamps. Roman's arm went numb, but he couldn't break free.
"You're something else, Mr. Bently," Daniel said coldly while gritting his teeth. "Hurting her arm during a simple chat?"
He gently took Chantelle's arm in his hand and worry filled his eyes.
That's when Roman finally noticed the gauze on her arm, now soaked in blood.
He quickly said, "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt, you foolish girl? Now Mr. Wilson thinks I did this to you. What will he think of me?"
This was the real Roman. He never took responsibility. He always blamed others and made excuses.
Chantelle let out a scoff.
It was a good thing Roman had cut ties with her five years ago. She couldn't imagine what it would be like if they were still connected. She opened her mouth to speak, but her strength faded.
She once thought she might get angry, argue, or feel weak when facing him again. But now, there was nothing she wanted to say.
