Scarlett's gaze widened in shock as her voice trembled. "Henry... are you telling me that for half a year, you've been with her—watching me endure such anguish?"
I met her eyes, my expression emotionless and unyielding. Before I could respond, Bianca interjected on my behalf, her tone harsh and unforgiving. "Naturally. If not, he would have been discharged long ago for disobeying direct commands."
Scarlett stumbled backward, her face contorting as she struggled to speak, "How could you... How could you be involved with another woman while witnessing my misery? Do you understand what I've gone through for you? How much I've endured? You knew everything, yet you remained so detached!"
I let out a scornful laugh, "Detached?" I retorted, my voice dripping with contempt. "Scarlett, your 'darling' is still sprawled on the floor. What right do you have to question me?"