He stood there as if frozen, his whole body locked in place.
Gray turned, his gaze landing on Silvia. His eyes were muddled; any sign of emotion had been drained away, leaving only a hollow emptiness.
He looked like a man whose spirit had already been crushed.
Seeing Gray so lifeless, Silvia couldn’t help but frown. He was the one who’d messed up, the one who’d lost his way—so why was he putting on this pitiful display now? Who was he trying to fool?
She just couldn’t understand.
Suddenly, Silvia stood up and strode over to Gray. Though she was a little shorter than him, the intensity in her eyes made her seem ten feet tall.
After spending so much time around Kent, she’d picked up some of his sharp edge.
Gray met Silvia’s gaze for a moment, but almost immediately looked away, unable to hold her stare.
Noting his evasiveness, Silvia’s lips curled in a smirk, a trace of mockery flickering in her eyes.
“Gray, if you really know you made a mistake, then don’t double down. Tell me the whole truth.”
Her eyes narrowed.
Gray was silent for a long moment before finally meeting her gaze. Then, unable to help himself, he let out a bitter little laugh, part self-mockery, part contempt.
“Silvia, everything I needed to say is in the statement. Yet you keep coming after me. If you don’t believe me, what do you expect me to do?”
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