"Ms. Barrell, why are you here?" Clara asked coldly.
"Ms. Duran, I came today because there are some things I want to tell you clearly in person."
Hearing Clara called her "Ms. Duran", Alexa instantly put away all the emotions she should not have and personally extinguished the glimmer of hope in her heart.
"What is it?"
Brenton seemed to have suddenly realized something and was a little agitated.
"Carissa, what are you doing?"
Carissa's lifeless eyes quietly flashed with a touch of sadness. When she looked at Brenton, her heart was madly breeding an unattainable regret.
Carissa said, "Brenton, I like the poem and lyrics you wrote. So I wrote you a love letter."
Brenton's face was livid, and there was no love or pity in his eyes.
"But no matter how hard I try, you are always so far away from me, so I began to understand your social communications and get close to you with many identities."