Seeing that I didn't believe him, he took out his phone and dialed Heather's number.
Soon, a delicate female voice came from the other end. "Dustin, you finally remembered me..."
Before she could finish her words, she was coldly interrupted by Dustin. "Be serious. You know that Angelica is pregnant, but you still sent her those photos. What do you mean?"
Heather snorted discontentedly and shouted, "I was just angry. She controls you all day long and wants to tie you to her side. How can I see you so humble as your buddy? So I deliberately angered her. So what? I'm going to let anger kill her!"
Dustin pretended to be helpless and pinched the space between his eyebrows. "Angelica has misunderstood us. Hurry up and explain it. I wasn't the one chatting with you..."
"Angelica, Dustin didn't chat with me. We're best friends. How could I do something like snatching your boyfriend?"
"I don't have such a disgusting best friend like you," I said to Heather expressionlessly.
"You can't blame me for that. She doesn't believe the truth."
Looking at them acting, I felt tired and found them hypocritical. I turned around and went into the bedroom.