Chapter 205

Ronald Wright let out a sudden sarcastic laugh. “Isabella Carter, do you seriously have water in your brain? What I care about is why you weren’t mad back then.” “You acted like Grace Mills mattered a lot to you, but I only just figured it out—you weren’t pissed about her being around me. You were angry because she gave you a hard time, not because I stood by and watched.” “Even today, when Grace came clean right in front of us saying she and I had nothing going on, that we never had any secret dealings, I bet you couldn’t care less about what’s real or not—" He cut himself off, like he suddenly realized he'd gone too far. His lips were pale as paper, and he pinched the bridge of his nose with a trembling hand, the veins on the back of it standing out clearly. He looked like his head was killing him. I stared at him, still gripping the vase in my hand in a daze, completely lost. Having lived through this once, I already knew Ronald would take Grace’s side, protect her, spoil her—I was