Liam's expression softened slightly. He glanced at the mess on the floor, then at Clara's expressionless face, and a pang of guilt flashed through his mind. But that guilt was quickly soothed by Vanessa's gentleness.
He released Clara's wrist and said coldly, "Behave yourself from now on."
After saying that, he put his arm around Vanessa's waist and said in a doting tone, "Don't cry, come on, I'll take you to buy a better one."
The two left hand in hand, and the door to the entrance slammed shut with a loud bang.
Clara was the only one left in the living room.
There was also a mess everywhere, and broken glass scattered in the corners that hadn't been cleaned up in the past few days.
Clara slowly crouched down, reached out, and picked up the sharp shards of glass one by one.
The sharp glass cut her fingertip, and blood seeped out, dripping onto the floor and spreading into small, dark red flowers.
It hurts a lot.
But this pain kept her incredibly alert.
She looked at the blood on her fingertip, and a cold smile slowly curled up at the corner of her mouth.
Liam, Vanessa.
Every time you hurt me, it will become a bargaining chip for my revenge.
I will make you pay the price.