Chapter 1841

"What did I do to Cillian?" Silas' voice was chillingly cold. "He had a car accident. I saved him!" Given his sinister tone, Nicola did not believe that Silas had kindly saved Cillian after an accident. Most likely, he had orchestrated the crash himself. Her chest tightened further. The video was brief, and she couldn't make out Cillian's exact condition through the screen. She only knew that he was in terrible shape. Although she couldn't see clearly, Nicola gripped Silas' phone tightly, desperate for more information. She wanted to see if Cillian would blink, move, or even wake up. Silas was already murderous after witnessing her intimate scene with Charles that night. Seeing her clutch his phone, eyes brimming with tears, his hatred swelled, fierce enough to tear everything apart. He scoffed. His voice grew more cruel and cold as he said, "Nicola, you just let Charles kiss you, yet you're now acting devastated over Cillian. Do you always play men like this?" Nicola felt