Suddenly, a sharp pain throbbed in my temple.
No matter how many times I witnessed their sibling-like bond, I only found it irritating and nauseating.
Unexpectedly, a hand pressed against my door.
“Wallace, apologize to Luigi!”
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“He hit himself, and I have to apologize?”
Zelda snapped back, “Luigi wouldn’t lie to me. Are you really the kind of man who can’t own up to what he’s done?”
I let out a cold laugh.
She would always believe only what she wanted to believe.
Her dear little brother pretended to mediate from the side.
“Please don’t fight because of me. I’m sorry, I hurt myself…”
Zelda held Eugene’s hand but glared at me.
“I never realized you were this kind of person before. A man like you honestly disgusts me.”
Her gaze was like a blade, cutting deep into my heart and making it bleed.
In the end, I didn’t apologize. I never would.
Eugene kept complaining about his waist hurting, so Zelda had no choice but to help him downstairs.
Watching their retreating figures, I suddenly remembered—I needed to go to the hospital too.
I hadn’t been sleeping well.
I didn’t even know when it started, but sleepless nights had become my norm.