After hearing what Charles Northwood said, Julia Adams's anger didn't surge; instead, it slowly calmed.
She couldn't afford to lose her temper now, or else Nia Mitchell would only feel more smug.
"Alright, if you all say it's my fault, then it's my fault. I can't win an argument against you anyway," she said.
With that, she jerked away from the boys restraining her and sat down.
She reached for a wine glass on the table and downed it in one gulp.
Would she really let Nia get away with this?
Impossible.
"Charles Northwood, since you're siding with Nia Mitchell so much, then there's nothing I can do," she said.
She could only blame herself for loving the wrong person.
But would she really let it go?
No one knew.
Charles Northwood thought for a moment, then guided Nia Mitchell to a spot to the side. "Nia Mitchell, sit over there. Don't stay here."
