But all my messages were met with the red exclamation mark of being blocked.
Sometimes, they would stay out so late that they'd book a room in the same hotel. Cindy would unblock me from his phone just to send a message with their room number and a photo of them together.
"Yara, I'll take good care of Mr. Garcia. You should get some rest!"
Cindy did take care of him, and now Eason didn't need me anymore.
I stared coldly at Eason. "You're right—human life is important. But not my mother's, right, Eason?"
His face darkened at my accusation.
As I dragged my suitcase to the door, Eason yelled at me.
"Do you really have to go insane today? Can't I go to the hospital and apologize to your mother? I'll even bring Cindy along if you want! Is that enough? Do you want me to put her hospital IV list in front of your mom?"
His outburst made my chest burn with rage.
In his eyes, my mother and I were just unreasonable nuisances.
Seeing the fire in my eyes, Eason's doubt flickered for a moment as he moved to grab me.
But Cindy held him back.