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“Why can't I say it? Can't you handle it?” "Ha, a wife who claims to love her husband but lets him be slapped in the face by a group of people in public. Fine, you just want to take revenge on me for Godfery, don't you? Godfery, that murderer, deserves to die. You, scum like him, aren't much better!" Horace's harsh words, delivered in a cold, ruthless tone, pierced Amanda's heart like a sharp knife. He withdrew his gaze, not looking at the disheveled woman once more: “Amanda, don't show your face to me again, if you have any dignity left!” The passenger-side window slowly rolled up, and the car drove off quickly. Amanda collapsed to the ground, burying her face in her hands, her fingers trembling with suppressed pain. And so, she became a blurring dot in the rearview mirror, fading into oblivion... The car was deathly quiet. Horace tightened his seatbelt, trying to calm his recently intense emotions. If he had to describe his current feelings, it was as though a stone that