A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
It came with a self-loathing.
Only at this moment did Hannah finally meet the young man's gaze again, snatching back her belt and said indifferently, "Louis, don't you think this scene today feels familiar?"
The soft belt grazed the wound on the back of his hand, bringing a burning pain, but Louis remained silent.
He hung his head, lips tightly pursed, understanding the meaning behind Hannah's words, and admitted in a low voice, "Sister, I was the one who was wrong before."
More than once, he had used Hannah for his own gain, without considering the consequences. All because back then, he only had Tiffany Lynch in his heart.
But now it was different.
After a moment of silence, he spoke again, as if struck by a thought, earnestly saying, "Sister, please don't be angry, okay? If it will make you a little happier, I can go back and let that old woman take advantage of me again."