Walter Prescott didn't believe her.
He let out a cold laugh, his tone growing even more severe.
"Vivian, you're a young woman—you need to know your boundaries. There are things you should touch, and things you shouldn't even get close to. You should know that for yourself. Don't think I don't know what you kids are up to."
Even though there was never much affection between her and Walter Prescott.
These words still stung her, making her eyes burn, her throat choke up.
She couldn't understand—what exactly had she done wrong?
Just because her nature was soft, because she never fought or argued, did that mean she deserved to be pushed out and used as a target?
Every time she saw Walter Prescott before, she didn't even dare breathe too loudly.
But now, the anger that had been pent up in her chest for so long suddenly erupted with a bang.
She snapped her head up, meeting his gaze head-on.
