Chapter 137. One Who Lacks Discipline

They all stood there in silence, the air in the room had stilled, and the tension grew heavier. Donna Marta didn't say a word to refute Rico's claims or defend herself. She didn't look away from him either. Her head was held high, and her sharp eyes didn't hold an ounce of emotion, they were blank and unreadable.

"Fine," Donna Marta spoke first. Her tone was firm and neutral. "If that's what you want to believe, go ahead."

Rico shook his head and he scoffed at her words. He wasn't in disbelief. He'd expected the exact reaction from a woman like her. She's always been so cruel, yet so sweet when it pleases her.

He nodded, licking his lower lip, and shifted his gaze to Calla. Sophia had already helped her up. His eye twitched when he saw the cut on her forehead, and the way she clutched her side. She looked so broken and small, and that pulled something deep inside