Chapter 984

Though the water wasn't scalding hot, Esther still yelped as it touched her hand. "Ah!" Esther inspected her reddening fingers, then demanded, "What are you doing? Why did you spill it on my hand?" Was the girl already seeking revenge? "I didn't. You didn't hold it properly, so it spilled," the woman retorted, her demeanor now pitiful, a stark contrast to her earlier arrogance. "Are you trying to frame me?" Esther glared at her, about to say more when a cold voice interrupted. "I really didn't expect someone would make a scene here." Upon hearing the familiar voice, Esther couldn't contain herself. She stood up and turned to face the man she had been thinking about endlessly. Seeing him in a suit, though weary, she couldn't help but say, "James, I—" "Why did you come here?" There was no warmth in his eyes, just coldness. Nothing. I just wanted to see you. I know I was wrong, so I came to apologize." Esther lowered her head, trying to make herself seem smaller. She had