Chapter 259
Kane’s movement of getting on the car paused, his gaze suddenly fixed on Celia’s face, “When did it happen?
Celia lowered her head, “Just three days ago um, I heard that when the ambulance arrived, it was already too late, they had missed the best golden treatment period.”
Kane unbuttoned two buttons on his collar, looking increasingly gloomy. In the end, without saying a word, he got into the car.
In the evening. Aria waited until Helen fell asleep before returning to Moonrise Apartments to organize her clothes, planning to move back and stay for a while.
When she entered the room, the living room was brightly litt
Kane sat at the bar smoking, with at least a dozen cigarette butts in the ashtray, far more than his usual amount.
In her impression, he didn’t smoke much, just occasionally. At this moment, even though he had opened the window, a hint of smoke could still be smelled in the living room.
He looked at Aria, crushed the last cigarette in his hand, his voice hoarse and low, “You’re back.”
Aria passed him expressionlessly, changed her shoes at the entrance, and didn’t answer.
She walked straight to the bedroom, took a suitcase, and sorted out her clothes.
Kane walked into the room and saw the scene. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed her arm, “Where are you going?”
Slap!!
Aria backhanded him across the left side of his face, landing two slaps.
When she wanted to continue, he grabbed her wrist and said, “Enough, Aria!”
“NOT ENOUGH.” Aria stared at him, her eyes filled with anger, struggle, and the shackles of reason. The once fiery passion she had, now only resentment and hatred remained.
“Kane, you’re just like Seraphina, both of you deserve to DIE!”
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