That sentence pierced through Noah Bates' soul like a roar.
The man stared at the woman in front of him, tears silently falling down, streaming across his handsome face, but his eyes were filled with sorrow.
The tears dropped onto Violet Don's hand, like a drop of sulfuric acid, corrosive, almost instantly transmitting a stinging sensation.
Violet Don abruptly withdrew her hand and then said to Noah Bates, "You can go."
Noah Bates stood there, unmoving.
Violet Don couldn't help but shout, "Go! I don't need you here with me!"
Noah Bates stood there, his voice hoarse as if he'd been through a disaster, "Violet... Are you still blaming me?"
Violet Don laughed mockingly, "How dare I? Aren't you the famous Noah Bates? My worthless life doesn't give me the right to blame you."