Amelia Shaw nodded and asked softly, "Can you accompany me, Thomas?"
Thomas Shannon hooked the corner of his mouth slightly without speaking.
Amelia couldn't guess his thoughts. She lowered her head, reaching out one hand to grab his sleeve and gently pinching it.
"On my previous birthdays, I regret not being able to spend them with you. Now, I want to make up for it. Can you accompany me?"
She wants to make up for this regret, and I'm supposed to cooperate with her? Cooperate with *her*?
Thomas scoffed coldly and pulled his hand away. "Sorry, I can't."
All color instantly drained from Amelia's face.
Unbelieving, she staggered back a few steps, tears blurring her vision, making her eyes hazy.
Through a blur of tears, Amelia bit her lip hard. "Why?"
"The maniac just had surgery. I have to be with her."
His words were the cruelest verdict.
She couldn't even compare to a disfigured maniac.
What kind of surgery did the maniac have that requires him to be by her side?
