Chapter 10. Blame

I leave the kitchen annoyingly. I didn't think I could stand being with him for much longer.

"Dianna!" I heard him shout, but I didn't look back.

"You act as if you're someone special, but you came from humble beginnings too," I muttered in annoyance.

I was about to close the door to my room when he forcefully pushed it open, preventing me from closing it completely.

"What do you want?" I asked in irritation.

"Look, I'm sorry," he said with remorse in his eyes, which were nothing like the anger he had earlier. "I just couldn't fall asleep last night, so I decided to bake. I tried, but it didn't turn out well, and a lot went to waste. Trust me, I didn't mean to waste that much."

"And you said that even if people died, you wouldn't care. What kind of behavior is that?"

"I didn't mean that either. I was just angry at you."

"So, it's my fault now?"

"No, that's not what I meant, Ina. I just said that because I was