Chapter 20

With every incident Nadia mentioned, Clive's face turned even paler, and he shook even harder. He looked like he would fall over at any moment. He had intentionally forgotten or downplayed the harm, but when she calmly recounted those incidents, they sounded so bloody and cruel that he couldn't breathe. "No… That's not it. Nadia, I…" He tried to explain, but it was in vain as he soon realized how weak and powerless any explanations he could come up with were. Clive was at a loss for words. The immense regret he felt was threatening to tear him apart. He scrambled to his feet as he tried to escape the suffocating atmosphere, but he accidentally knocked over the suitcase Nadia had placed on the couch's corner. The suitcase broke open, scattering its contents all over the floor. Clive instinctively crouched down to clean up the mess. When he was stuffing the items back into the suitcase, he accidentally touched something hard hidden in a compartment. Without another thought, he took