There was an indescribable annoyance in his heart. "Don't talk to me about this."
"Brother Asher, are you avoiding this?" Irene Morton's lips curled into a self-mocking smile. "Even if I treated you well over the past four years, in your heart, I can't compare to that woman, right? Don't forget, when you needed someone the most, it was me by your side, not her!" Irene shouted hoarsely.
"It was me who stayed with you for treatment, and me who took a bullet for you! Why do you treat me like this, why do you dislike me so much?"
"That's enough." His voice carried an indescribable weariness. "Over these years, I remember all the good you've done for me and your sacrifices, but I'm sorry, the kind of reciprocation you want, I can't give."
Irene didn't want to argue with him any further now; every argument only led to heartbreak again and again.
For the time being, she decided to compromise this time.
She dejectedly walked upstairs.
