"Claire, I'm terribly sorry. Just now, Alvin came to argue with me, and in my panic, my hand shook. The porcelain cup slipped and fell right onto his foot, even cutting him. I'll call an ambulance. I'll cover the medical bills, and even compensation for the mental distress if needed." Gilbert's face was full of remorse as he reached again to dial the number.
"Enough." Alvin's voice was cold. "Mr. Watson, some things, when taken too far, do neither side any good. I'm not particularly forgiving either. I hope you'll keep that in mind."
He took Claire's hand, his eyes brimming with tenderness. "Claire, I'm fine. Let's go."
"How can you say you're fine when you're bleeding so much?" Claire's eyes welled with tears.
If it weren't for her, Alvin would never have been hurt by this bastard Gilbert. She was certain Gilbert had done it on purpose. His current display of remorse was nothing but an act.
Alvin's gaze shone brightly upon her.
