He cut me off impatiently, saying, "I don’t know why you’re always so hostile to her. She’s not the person you think she is; she can’t understand your scheming."
"Since meeting Felicity, I’ve realized how jealous you are. She’s so kind to you, yet you talk about her like that. Just because she’s pretty, you keep framing her?"
"Do you know she had a high fever that day, and even after you left, she kept wondering if she’d said too many hurtful things?"
I was stunned. After so many years, I didn’t expect William to distrust me this much.
"Emily, after all these years, this is the first time you’ve made me feel so disgusted. Is it because you’re ordinary that you can’t stand seeing others do well?"
I couldn’t believe those words came from William.
He seemed to realize he’d gone too far and reached out to tug at my sleeve.
"Emily… I didn’t mean that."
But I had lost all my patience. I rushed home, locked myself in my room, and cried the whole night.
I stopped talking to William, burying myself in my studies every day, wanting only to leave this place as soon as possible.