Marian pointed to her face, which was swollen and bruised. "Alston, I don't blame you for doubting me, but my face..."
"I wouldn't go so far as to hurt myself, would I?"
Alston took a deep breath. There was no need for this. Absolutely no need.
"Marian, you're a smart woman. You should know that what I'm asking is, why does Cecilia hate you so much?"
"Because she loves you!" Marian screamed, a hint of blood seeping into her eyes.
"Cecilia doesn't seem like the kind of woman to fall for someone at first sight. In the three years I've known her, she's always been calm and composed."
"Were you and I together?" Marian sniffled, suddenly regaining her composure. "Asking me about your relationship with her is pointless. You should ask her."
After speaking, Marian walked down the steps, intending to leave. Alston didn't stop her or offer to see her off. Instead, he got into his car and drove to the hospital.