Chapter 122 Do You Even Care About Me?

Liora's POV During the second half of the gala, I didn't sit with Ethan as required. The thought alone made me feel sick. I slipped into a quiet corner to hide. People whispered about me, but I pretended not to hear. Grace was just a pawn, and the real mastermind hadn't faced any consequences. Meanwhile, Isabella continued to socialize gracefully with the guests, like nothing had happened. When the gala finally ended, I stood by the roadside, debating whether to call a cab, when Ethan suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Lio, are you still upset about tonight?" Why did I always have to run into him? He looked at me and sighed. "I'm sorry, but you have to believe me. I didn't really have a choice. You know I've never had the chance to prove myself in the Doyle family." The rest of his words didn't reach me. I just stood there, spacing out. There wasn't a trace of guilt on his face. I knew he probably blamed me for not giving in. To him, an apology was just a few words, while what