From the deepest recesses of her heart, from the most primal instincts of her brain, the existence of the name Noah Bates was the origin of all her misfortunes.
Violet Don murmured unconsciously, "I hate Noah Bates... Noah Bates... I also hate myself..."
Nicholas Woods saw that Noah Bates, who was on the other side of the glass window, originally had a worried expression, but in this moment it all turned into shock.
After the shock, there appeared in the man's eyes a kind of pain, a pain that could not be described even by tendon-pulling, bone-extracting agony.
He could actually be hurt, by such a woman...
Violet Don was hypnotized, yet she still... remembered Noah Bates.
How deep could this hatred be? It was the kind of height that love could not even surpass.
The expression "hatred being etched into the bones," it turns out, was never just an empty phrase.