Jasper Sherwood watched her in silence.
'He'd made himself perfectly clear—they were to be strangers from now on. So why was she still hanging around him?'
Jasper Sherwood couldn't forgive her.
Seeing her just reminded him of his parents, who had burned to death in the fire.
He didn't consider himself a good-tempered person, either.
'In fact, I'm wicked enough to want to kill someone.'
Jasper Sherwood took a deep breath, his voice flat. "I don't need your help, Vivian Sterling. Stop being so detestable, will you?"
His words, so calm and devoid of emotion, sent tears instantly rolling down Vivian Sterling's cheeks.
"Jasper," she sobbed, her gaze pleading. "I'm sorry. I didn't want this to happen. I was just... I was just so scared, Jasper. You're all I have. There's twenty thousand in the card. We can transfer Holly to another hospital. There's more than one hospital in Aldoria. Jasper, please give me a chance to make it up to you, okay?"
