Chapter 161

Daimon gritted his teeth. “Why can’t I call just to say hi? Or… is it that you just don’t want to answer me?” he said, his voice low but simmering. “I’m helping clean up your mess, Elyana. And this is how you treat me?” He hadn’t called her to demand thanks. But her indifference made his skin crawl. It felt like poison spreading slowly through his veins. The same woman who once looked at him like he was everything—now couldn’t even stand hearing his voice. Avoiding him like a threat. A disease. Like a snake. Or a scorpion. Daimon clenched the phone tighter, jaw stiff. He didn’t know what hurt more—the memory of her love or the reality of her contempt. And deep down, he knew… He shouldn’t have said any of it. But it was already too late. After listening to Daimon’s words, Elyana let out a cold, mocking sneer. “Mr. Blackwood, do you think of yourself as some kind of savior?” Her voice dripped with scorn. “But if I remember correctly, I never asked you to solve anything for me. Did I? If