Aria reached out to stop her, but it was too late.

At that moment, the office door was pushed open.

Kane’s gaze immediately fell on Seraphina’s wrist, where blood was flowing from the self inflicted wound, staining her white coat crimson:

He was visibly shocked, quickly stepped forward to push Aria aside, and simultaneously supported Seraphina while tightly covering the bleeding wound on her wrist. “Seraphina!”

Aria was pushed back by his fotce, her waist biting the corner of the desk. A sharp pain shot through her, causing her face to confort momentarily in

agony.

Kane only had

porcelain. “Kane…it’s my fault. I not only almost

his arms. He lifted his gaze to look at Arla with eyes

you and the Ashworth Pack won’t

carried Seraphina toward the door, calling

gathered in the hallway gradually dispersed, leaving only

causing Aria’s

Kane’s indifference and immediate assumption of her guilt–it still wounded

fist slowly loosened, revealing deep nail marks embedded in her palm, but she no longer

very deep, and the bleeding stopped quickly after

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