Liam abruptly hung up Niel's phone.
He didn't know what he might do if he continued to listen. …
Everything was clear now. Little Mask didn't like him at all.
Liam didn't know what he was thinking, or maybe he was not thinking at all.
His head was buzzing, and it felt like a giant hand was mercilessly twisting his guts, making him feel hollow inside and powerless all of a sudden.
He plopped himself on the sofa, staring blankly at the ground, not saying a word.
Niel was anxious, feeling lost as he looked at Liam: "Liam―" Niel felt that he too was to blame.
If he had told Liam that Maureen had pursued Richard before, when she transferred to their school, they might not have let Liam's feelings develop to this extent.
But back then he hadn't thought that far, just afraid that Liam would lose his temper.
"You go out first," Liam interrupted him, "Let me be alone for a while."
But Niel couldn't help but say,