"Isabella!" Felix shouted, feeling that her words were too harsh.
"Felix, are you still going to speak for her? She has hidden her true identity from you for so long and hasn't treated you as a friend at all; she just wants to use you!"
Felix shook his head. He believed that Blanché was not that kind of person; she must have her reasons.
However, Blanché did not want to defend herself. What was the point of defending herself? It would only add to her sense of powerlessness.
"Blanché, do you still want to go with Felix?" Alan asked her quietly.
Who could she go with? From the very beginning, she could only fall into Alan's hands.
"I'm sorry," Blanché said, looking at Felix, her eyes filled with deep sadness. "It's my fault for not telling you the truth and dragging you down."
Felix understood that she had her reasons. At that moment, their eyes met, and there was a hint of tenderness in Felix's gaze.