Clara's wrist was gripped so hard it hurt, but she didn't struggle like usual. She just slowly turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were calm, without hatred, without resentment, without even a trace of emotion. It was like she was looking at a stranger. "Liam, we're over a long time ago."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Liam's strength increased a little, and his tone became anxious. "How are you going to live without me? You have no family background, no background, and you don't even have a place to live. Do you really have to rely on those shady people? Come home with me, and I can still treat you well like before and buy you what you want..."