Before I could finish, Olivia interrupted, “Michael, if Nichole says I did it, let’s just say it was me.”
“I have no status, no connections, no power or position. I’ve faced this kind of injustice so often that I’m used to it.”
The truth was twisted. Michael shouted angrily, “Nichole, I’ll say it again, you must apologize to Olivia.”
I gripped the bedsheet and noticed the arrogant and defiant look in Olivia’s eyes.
Seeing Michael defend Olivia without question, I suddenly remembered our first meeting. Back then, when I was falsely accused, he had firmly defended me, too.
He had said, “Even if the whole world doesn’t believe you, I, Michael Cordero, will always believe every word you say. I will never betray you.”
Now, he has broken his promise. My heart was hurt.
Meeting Michael’s unfamiliar gaze, I whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Olivia smirked. “It’s fine, Nichole. Just be more careful next time. Please, don’t be so reckless.”
Seeing my apology, Michael’s expression softened.
He reached out to ruffle my hair and said gently, “That’s better. Since you’re being so obedient, I’ll take you shopping tomorrow.”